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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM  TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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MILLENNIA 


SECOND  ADVENT  HYMNS; 


DESIGNED    FOB 


MEETINGS  ON  THE  SECOND  COMING  OF  CHRIST. 


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By  JOSHUA  V.  HIMES. 


BOSTON: 

PUBUSHED  14  DEVONSHIRE  STREET. 

1842. 


How  long,  0  Lord. 


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1.  '*  How  long,  0  Lord,  how  long?" — It  was  in  heav'n 


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2.         Was    heav-en    not    enough  ?  Happy,  se-cure 


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3.         Jesus!  they  would  have  more — Even      in    bliss, 


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Eiiillii»^igi; 


That  prayerful  voice  was  heard,  From  souls  forgiven. 


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Robed  in       e    -    ter-nal  bliss  "Would  they  have  more. 


The   souls   ex  -  pec-tant  wait    More    hap-  pi  -  ness. 


They  wait,  even  in  heaven. 

Impatiently, 
To  see  this  troubled  world 

At  peace  with  thee. 


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Jesus!  they  would  behold 
Thy  work  complete. 

And  misery  and  sin 
Beneath  thv  feet. 


They  would  behold  their  King, 

Once  crucified, 
Mistrusted  still,  disowned. 

And  still  denied, — 


And  may  not  we,  too,  join 

In  heaven's  song  ? 
Should  we  alone  not  ask, 
"  How  long,  how  long?" 


New  Jerusalem.    C.  M. 


I    (        Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears,  To  our  believing  eyes  5  ^ 
(  '  The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away,And  the  old  rolling  skies!  ^ 

2,  {  From  the  third  heav'n,\viiereGod  resides, That  holy,happy  place;  } 
(  The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, Adorned  with  shining  grace.  ^ 


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3  (  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy,  And  ihe  bright  armies  sing,  ^ 
I  "MortalSjbehold  the  sacred  seatOf  your  descending  King!  ^ 


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Adorn'd  with  shining  grace.  Adorned  with,  &c.      The  new  Je-ru-sa- 

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Of  your  descending  King !  Ot  jour,  &c 


Mortals  behold  the 


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O  that  will  be  joyful,    joy  -  ful. 


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sacred  seat  Of  your  descending  King 


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MILLENNIAL    HARP. 


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When  we  meet  to  part  no  more, 

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Tis  there  we'll  meet  at  Jesus'  feet,  When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 


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4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
Removes  his  blest  abode; 
Men  are  the  objects  of  his  love, 
And  he  their  gracious  God. 
ri*l  See  entire  hymn  on  page  5,  ^^ Millennial  Musings." 


Prayer  of  the  Church. 


1.  How  long,  O  Lord  our  Savior,  Wilt  thou  remain  a-way  ? 


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The   sunshine  of  thy     glo  -  ry      Shall    on   thy  peo-ple  dawn  ? 


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MILLENNIAL    HARP. 


1  How  long,  O  Lord  our  Savior, 
Wilt  thou  remain  away  ? 
Our  hearts  are  p^rowing  weary 
Of  thy  so  long  delay. 
O  when  shall  come  the  moment 
When,  brighter  far  than  morn. 
The  sunshine  of  thy  glory 
Shall  on  thy  people  dawn  ? 

2  How  long,  ()  gracious  Master, 
Wilt  thou  thy  household  leave  ? 
So  long  hast  thou  now  tarried, 
Few  thy  return  believe. 
Immers'd  in  sloth  and  folly. 
Thy  servants  Lord,  we  see  ; 
And  few  of  us  stand  ready 
With  joy  to  welcome  thee. 

3  How   long,   O  heav'nly  Bride^ 

groom, 
How  long  wilt  thou  delay  ? 
And  yet  how  few  are  grievins: 
That  thou  dost  absent  stay  I 
Thy  very  Bride  her  portion 
And  calling  hath  forgot. 
And  seeks  for  ease  and  glory 
Where  thou,  her  Lord,  art  not. 

4  O  wake  thy  slumbering  virgins  ; 
Send  forth  the  solemn  cry. 
Let  all  thy  saints  repeat  it, 
"'  The  Bridegroom  draweth  nigh  !" 
May  all  our  Tamps  be  burning. 
Our  loins  well  girded  be. 
Each  longing  heart  preparing 
With  joy  thy  face  to  see. 


Hymn    for    1843. 

BY   DB.  WEST. 

2(1  Peter,  iii.  10,  11,  12,  13,  14. 
I  The  clouds  at  length  are  break - 

The  dawn  will  soon  appear. 
And  "  Signs''  there's  no  mistaking, 
Proclaim  Messiah  near. 
Awake,  awake  from  sleeping. 
Attend  the  "  midnight  cry,"' 
Ye  saints,  refrain  from  weeping, 

Your GrEATDsLIVERER's  NIGH 


2  The  morning  light  is  beaming; 
The  "  day-star"  shines  on  high, 
Christ's  Heralds  are  proclaiming 
His  coming  in  the  sky  ; 

And  earth's  eventful  story 
A  few  short  months  will  tell, 
The  righteous  rise  to  glory  ; 
The  wicked  sink  to  hell. 

3  If  earth  and  all  her  treasure, 
Are  doom'd  to  fire  and  flame  ; 
Her  Royal  pomp,  and  pleasure 
A  re  but  an  empty  name  ! 

Her  Kings — herCrowns — her  glory 
Her  Armies — Fleets — and  pride, 
May  bubble  forth  her  story 
While  floating  down  the  tide. 

4  The  Ocean,  Oh  !  the  ocean, 
To  which  her  grandeurs  tend 
Now  foams  in  dreadful  motion, 
Her  boast  and  pomp  to  end. 
See,  see,  the  flames  ascending. 
'J'he  seas,  themselves  explode  ; 
The  clouds,-the  skies,  are  rending 
With  cries  of— 'God '— '  Oh!  GodTl 

5  Oh!  hear  the  sad  petition, 
'•  Rocks  crush  us  into  dust ;" 
Oh  !  pity  our  condition — 
Or  damned  we  surely  must  • 
We  thought  that  we  were  wiser 
Than  'Pastors' — 'Saints,'  and  all ; 
Yet  Sinner — Sceptic — miser — 
3Iust  snfler  once  for  all. 

6  Ye  mortals  take  the  warning. 
Ten  thousand  calls  invite  ; 
Sliould  you  neglect  the  warn- 
ing 

Then  comes  the  doleful  night. 
^ow  mercy's  hand  extended, 
The  vilest  wretch  would  save ; 
Bu  Oil  !  if  this  be  ended 
You're  lost  beyond  the  grave. 

7  Great  Author  of  compassion, 
Redeemer — Savior — friend — 
Oh  !  send  to  every  nation 
The  knowledge  o'fits  end  ; 
Fly  !  fly  on  '  wings  of  morning, 
Ye  who  the  truth  can  tell, 
And  sound  the  awful  warning, 
To  rescue  souls  from  hell. 


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Heavenly  Rest. 

Andante. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  To  mourning  wander'rs 


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y  may  rest  the      ach-ing  head,  And^  find  re-pose  in    heaven. 


MILLENNIAL    HARP. 

There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven; 
"When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 
There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye. 

To  brighter  piospects  given; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows    quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 
There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom: — 
Beyond  the  dark,  the  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


Human    Frailty. 

1  This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show. 

For  man's  probation  given; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow; 

There's  nothing  true  as  heaven. 

2  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  we'er  driven; 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way; 
^  There's  nothing  bright  as  heaven. 
S  And  Where's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer 
The  heart  with  anguish  riven? 
For  sorrow's  sigh,  and  trouble's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here; 
There's  nothing  kind  as  heaven. 

4  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven: 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace; 

There's  nothing  good  as  heaven. 

5  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  way, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven; 
They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 


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Eden  of  Love. 


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1  How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me, 
1     yon  blissful   region,  the    ha-ven  of      rest,      Where 

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mansions  prepared  for  the  blest :   En  -  cir-cled  in    light,  and  with 

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glo-ry     en-shroud-ed,  My   hap-pi-ness  perfect,  my  mind's  eye  un- 


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MILLENNIAL   HARP. 


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clouded,     I'll   bathe  in     the     o-cean  of  pleasure  un-bound-ed, 


^nd  range  with  de-light  thro'  the  E  -den     of      Love. 


While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise: 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  thro'  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  thro'  grace  to  the  Eden  of  Love, 


Then  hail,  blessed  state !  hail,  ye  songsters  of  glory ! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love:" 
Though  'prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation: 

My  heart's  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


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Desire  to  see  Jesus. 


1  From  every  earthly  pleasure,  From  every  transient  joy, 


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From     eve-ry  mor-tal  trea-sure,  That  soon  will  fade  and     die ; 

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2  From  every  piercing  sorrow, 

That  leaves  our  breast  to-day 
Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away. 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending. 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending, 

In  infinite  delight. 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  13 

'Tis  true,  we  are  but  strangers, 

We  sojourn  here  below; 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go; 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 

Yet  there's  a  rest  above; 
And  onward  still  we're  pressing, 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 


The    Great    Physician. 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole; 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul; 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  gravt 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within; 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 

And  madness  all  combined; 
And  none  but  a  believer. 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me. 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  physician. 

How  matchless  is  his  grace! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd, 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 
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MILLENNIAL    HARP.  15 

In  the  way,  a  thousand  snares 

Lie  to  take  us  unawares; 

Satan,  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart: 

But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be; 

Soon  theJoyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home." 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  oft  misled  our  feet, 

None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within: 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  father  calls,  Come  home." 


Joy  in  Hope. 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

2  Shout  ye  little  flock,  aqd  blest, 
You  near  Jesus  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 

On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son. 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 


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The  Crucifixion. 


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1.  As       on  the  cross  the     Savior  hung,  And 


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wept,  and  bled,  and      died. 


He  poured  sal  -  va  -  tion 


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2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame. 

The  penitent  confessed; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed; 

3  'Jesus  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

•Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
*I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
*And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  *Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

'In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
*Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death. 
And  shine  above  the  akiee.' 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  17 

6  *Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
'Dear  Savior,  think  on  me; 
'And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death, 
'May  I  a  sharer  be.' 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  heard 
And  instantly  replied, 
'To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
'With  me  in  paradise.' 


Godly  sorroAv  arising  from  tlie  suffering's  of  Clirist* 

1  Alas  I  and  did  my  Savior  bleed? 

And  did  my  Jesus  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood. 
While  all  exposed  to  wrath  of  men, 
The  glorious  SufTrer  stood  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon 'the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  glorious  Savior  died. 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears. 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


18 


Free  Grace. 


I.  The  voice  of  free  grace  Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain,  For 

-^--8--^-igT^-g--g-g'Tg-4!--Uj-h- 


-^^^— ^- 


Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain,  For  sin  and  transgres- 

1 ^-y*»-|i ^-@-\ i 1-4-1 1 1 


:SStgEeEafEgE^^=E^a 


sion  And  eve  -  ry   pol  -  lution,The  blood  it   flows  free-ly      In 

-i — I ^—»—^—\^-\ — \-\\ h 

-t^-^\-^ h-— p— b^-tf«'-b«'-  • 


\^—\^. 


WZW-K 


:?=:^: 


._^. 


I — I — i — ^ 


-^— ks»- 


1 


streams  of  sal  -  va-tion.  The  blood  it  flows  free  -  ly      In 


_^. 


S-0 


q — a — I 

-d i h 


EfEie-fefE^z^zEi-a: 
zztz:£:I— zzz*z:?zz*:z*z: 


MILLENNIAL    HARP 


'^m 


purchased  our  pardon.  We'll  praise  him  again.  When  we 

^.fL^^   .^^m—^ ^ 


^Jf 


^^Slff 


/Jfl^s  o-uer  Jordan^  WeHl  praise  him  again,  When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

» — I — 1-1 — I — \-\^-^~\ — I — h-0*^4' — H-H-t^-- ^-l-i- 
:t-?zfi:^£ztI=z:?zt:?z?±i,z5:tii:?:tL 

2  This  fountain  so  clear,  3  O  Jesus!  ride  on, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon.  Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows  Over  sin,  death  and  hell 

In  plenteous  redemption:  Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 

Tho'yoursins  they  were  raised  Thy  name  shall  be  praised 
As  high  as  a  mountain.  In  the  great  congregation, 

The  blood  it  flows  freely  And  saints  shall  delight 

From  Jesus,  the  fountain.        Ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  8fC.  Hallelujah,  Sfc. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand. 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore. 

With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praise  him  evermore. 

We  will  range  the  blest  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river. 

And  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever. 
Hi: lie! vj ah,  ^-c. 


20 


Pikrim's  Farewell. 


/ ^     /TV  / s    /^ 

I-A- ^ 1 ytf- 

fQ-T^-i — 1 — *-H-fJ , V- 


1.  Fare-wel 


fare-well,      farewell, dear  friends,! 


:?*z2±trt=Eitr3t:rjl:»*:?z=}f:r**:i 


■must    be  gone,       I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you;  I'll 

■^iimgEiiiiiii 


zzl=ilrqz=fli=rqzzfqz=lzppTS;-r«:pz^-i:i 

E^£?ESif?^!E?±f£?Efefe£ffE^I 

take  my  staffand  trav  -  el      on.  Till    I    a     bet  -  ter 

biZiZZzq5xzi=Zi=riz:*:T^z^*zzq3:| 


zpzqz^zzitizilz^ 


;=lzz*i*zc: 

world  do  view. 


I'll     march  to  Canaan's  land,    I' 

i^xz^z^: 


;iEE' 


:i:=^: 


0 n 


land  on  Canaan's  shore, Where  pleasures  never  end, Where 

^  zzzi;z::zr:T:zzz:zzz:i:'zztz  ..z  :i .-zr=^:^z:i 


MILLENNIAL    HARP. 


21 


trou-bles  come  no      more.       Fare    -    well. 


fare 


EEE 


well,    my    lov  -  ing  friends,  farewel 


— j — x-&^-& — 0 — h-T-t^- 


2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along. 
Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss; 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on. 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
I'll  inarch,  ^-c. 

2  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word. 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
ril  inarch,  4c. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven; 
You've  counted  ail  things  here  but  dross. 
Fight  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  given. 
/'//  march,  ^-c. 
Fight  on,  4"c. 

5  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too. 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 
0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 
ril  march,  SfC. 
O  turn,  ^c. 


22  Expostulation,    lis. 

1.  0  turn  ye,  O    turn  ye,  for  M'hy  will  ye    die? 

2.  Come  now  to  the  banquet  and  make  no  delay, 


SS 


:t:t:t: 


;:3: 


ii^ 


Since  God  in  great  mercy  is      com-ing    so    nigh;  Since 
For  Christ  bids  you  welcome,  he  bids  you  to-day:  Come 

Eg£i£EajgE^*gEgEg^£g;EJ 


:^=?=/i: 


t: 


ril^nf^:; 


igyiiE.^lgll 

Je  -  sus     in  -  vites  you,  the    Spir-it    says,  Come,  And 
wretched,  come,  starving,  come  just  as    yo-u     be,    While 

iiiiiiiiiiiil 


Sillily 


an -gels    are  wait- ing     to    welcome    you       home, 
'streams  of  sal-va-tion  are    flow -ing    so  free. 


1 — *-+-'=— I — *- 


t=t=t 


=:p:=::=t 


1? 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  23 

"  O  tarn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  -why  will  ye  die." 

1  O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
Tis  you  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain. 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon 'd  to  die. 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see. 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come, give  us  your  hand, and  the  Savioryour  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

O  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not  come; 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 

See  hymn  on  page  30,  '^Millennial  Musings,^* 


24  Jordan's  stormy  Banks. 

From  the  Wesley  an  Harp. 


1.  On  Jordan's   stormy  banks    I    stand,    And 


-#r 


iS 


*-^- 


*1^i- 


2.  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 


On 


0 0 1 — 1\ — I— 


Z3<z*rt::  iz^Bzf  j;z:U;!=itz±?rg  :?z|: 


cast    a  wishful  eye, 


To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 


im-mor-tal     grow;  Th( 


trees  im-mor-tal     grow;  There  rocks  and  hills  and  brooks  and  vale. 


0 

-\ 1 1 


I — ^^m. 


the  transporting, 

1^—1^ — jV-i 


Where  my  possessions      lie, 

ipiizrpz-*-— 


iS?±*=:ti-1 


^_^z:^: 


;EE: 


t±Ez:*z: 

— Itrf 


i^z3^: 


With  milk  and  honey     flow 


All  o'er  those  wide  ex - 


_  XI — I — ^ — ^-+i i-i-' — v — I — ^ — I — r 

L_X^ — ^ X-l — B_^_X^ — ^ — ^ — »^~*>- 


MILLENNIAL  HARP. 


25 


^ ^ — l-'^-X^ ^ ^ IJ i-^-JL 

rapturous  scene,  That  ri  -  ses     To     my  sight!     Sweet 

ztzi*JZ^—*—\—lt:z 


tend-ed  plains,  Shines  one    e 


ter  -  nal     day;       There 


:Pzzf=fzJz?z}t=U=i=?zJt2jz£z 


-^'ti-ST 


.zpr^ziJ^n'^Ti^: 
sz^^zeze^zi^: 

fields  array'd  in  liv-ing  green,  And  rivers   of  delight. 


izfztziiizitzi^z^zjzi^z 


i — i — ^— 


Jon  for-ev-er  reigns,  And  scatters  night  away. 

5i5ES^EpElt=tE4ES=iff 


Prospect  of  Heaven. 

3  No  chilling  w^inds,  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

4  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains. 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 
[3J  566  ''Millennial  Mv.singt^'—page  6,  hymn  2. 


26 


What  sound  is  this, 

From  the  Wesley  an  Harp. 


z£4z?z±tz?=:tzi=t:tt=:tz=t=rii:l 


tz=[z:l-:r:-t=p: 

1.  What  sound  is     this     salutes     my     ear?  'Tis 


■M-h-- 


2.       Be-hold    the    fair      Je  -  ru  -  sa-lem,      II 


zzzyzz?:?i^f^zzz=±-:±=z^zl 


tzfz- 


ztiztzf 


Gabriel's  trurtip  methinks  I  hear/Tis  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear; 
lu  -  mi  -  nated  by  the  Lamb,  Il-lu-mi-nated  by  the  Lamb, 

:^z:p:^zHz3z3:t5ili-^::^-^6=3-1  E 

:izz:[z:^^i?z?z?:l::^:i[zztdzzizifz^zf_i: 


^-4-H 1 — 0r&-- 

<9 


The  expected  day  has  come. 


Behold  the  heav'ns,the 


In      glo-ry  doth  ap-pear. 


Fair    Zi-on    rising 


^f:ipz:?zz3z:3:i:^-S=^f:^-i^-P-fe^iB- 


MILLENNIAL  HARP. 


37 


sarth, the  sea,  Proclaim  the  year   of     Ju  -  bi  -  lee,    Pro- 
from  the  tombs,  To  meet  the  Bridegroom, lo  I  he  comes,To 


-tf— i» 


;il^ 


-=3Ei 


te 


claim  the  year  of    Ju-bi-lee,     Re-turn,  ye    exiles,  home. 


ligiiiriiriiiii 

neel  llie  Bridegroom,  lol  he  comei>,  And  hails  the  fes-tive  year. 


3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there; 
I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air, 

And  trace  the  sacred  road. 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things; 

0  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 
I'd  quickly  see  my  God. 

4  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  O  fly, 

1  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long  to  try, 

Angelic  joys  to  prove! 
Soon  shall  I  quit  this  house  of  clay. 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  soar  away. 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 


28 


Sous  of  Zion. 


1.  Come, all  ye  sons  of  Zion,Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 


2.  O  what  a  happy  meeting, When  salvation  is  completed, 


>tE&- 


Have  your  lamps  Irim'd  and  burning,For,behold  the  proclamation. 


And  tribulation's  ended,  And  the  spotless  robe  prepared, 

:5T^i»=pr?=gieri:tirjtii?=pz^=l»ip=5:zi: 

EEfe^^it=EfeitaEtfeE3 

Saying," A 11  things  now  are  ready  For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy ; 

alSilEefgiEEEHEEEljEi^ 

For  the  Bride  to  be  adorn'd,         In  the  jasper  wall  be  crowned, 

-P_[Z_i_[Z_lz_[__f_iH^-t — *_i  e-0-0  -«T^^i._ 

All  my  fallings   now  are  kill'd,  And  pre-par-ed  on  the  table. 

:E=E±:E5zE=E:Jt=t::i:t=t=:i^r»r*=*tr:tr-t!: 

Saying,  "Worthy  is  the  Lamb,"   In  the  new  Je  -  ru-sa  -  lem. 

4  O  sinners,  don't  be  be  doubting. 
While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting  j 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army, 
And  there's  nothing  that  will  harm  you. 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Savior, 
And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 
And  repent  and  be  converted. 
You  may  sing  his  praises  too. 


The  Chariot. 


39 


mmmmm 


1.  The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 

2.  The  glo-ry,    the   glory  around  him  are  pour'd, 


.^  .2.  .^. 


O 


—-^—t±—±\i=:z±=± — tri-riizrf-- 


iiiiisSi 


drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud,  And  theheav'ns  with  the  burden  of  God- 

I  head  are  bow'd. 
saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there,And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of 

^  [victory  wear. 


O^^ 


00-0 

rttltzr: 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet  I  the  dead  have  all  heard; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are  stirr'd' 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth,  [north, 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white  vested  elders  are  met, 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in    the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  0  mercy!  0  mercy!  look,  down  from  above; 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  driven. 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  ransom,  in  heaven. 

[3*] 


30  Gospel  Trumpet 


I.  Hark,  how  the  gos  -  pel  trumpet  soui)ds,Thro'  all  the 


^^mm^mm 


B 

world  the  ech  -    -  o  bounds,  And  Jesus  with  redeeming 


|gggg.g::^giifeg| 


-F-H — I 1— ft~E 


t=t--±=tzt_ 


tztz^dt 


blood  Is  bringing    sinners  home  to  God,  And  guides  them 


t:-ri:j;i= 


s 


Igi^isl 


safe  -  ly  by    his  word   To  end-less      day. 


iii^rss^liii^iii 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  31 

Tlie  Gospel  Trumpet. 
1 

Hark,  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds, 
And  Jesus,  with  redeeming  blood 
Is  bringing  sinners  home  to  God,  -' 

And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 

To  endless  day. 

Hail,  all  victorious  conquering  Lord, 
By  all  the  heavenly  hosts  adored; 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  might  live  and  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3 
Fight  on  ye  conquering  saints,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear. 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  you  shall  wear, 
In  endless  day. 

4 
Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  once  was  spilt, 
To  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  guilt; 
And  sinners  now  may  come  to  God, 
And  find  salvation  through  his  word, 
And  sail  by  faith  upon  that  flood 

To  endless  day. 

5 
There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join. 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine. 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move; 
And  that  shall  be  the  theme  above. 
In  endless  day. 


32  Judgment. 

^5|z^z?zg:^zg^^^ 

1.  0  there  will  be  mourning, mourning, mourning,mour 

2.  0  there  will  be  mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning. 


0  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 
0  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 


:^_:^_:^:i_^  i^^-^-^-i^ — ^_:z|_:z]i^  --s-f 


Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 


azq:qzqzzT-zzzq:ziq::]zziz:]zq. 


:?Z!^r^« 


:^zM:mz!izii^zJz^iziJ^z^zBzki^zMz^:zt 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part,  Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 

-i-i^i>^^^T^-^-iziz|:i]zijzi]z^i~z;^zi]:"|: 

£EE|EESEEEE^t±r:^E^SEEE?±E 


MILLENNIAL    HARP. 


33 


rprarprprp 


-a+!9-: 


-F-»-F-K-^+p-»-S-^# 


^:i 


EB::iizM 


E3E5E3: 


Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

Zfcfc*zsii33z1ri^&= 


1 


*-» 


Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, Will  part  to  meet  no  more 


O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  Stc.     ' 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part,  8lc. 
4 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  &c. 
Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  part,  &c. 
5 
0  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  &.C. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part,  8tc. 
6 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  &c. 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 
7 
O  there  will  be  shouting,  shouting,  &c. 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 


34 


Resolve. 


5#P^=P= 


1.    I'll    try 


to  prove  faithful,      I'll   try    to  prove 


zBizfuipxztnz^-W-i^z'Bzz^ 


:t 


f;fzrf!:=«:zCi±3==?z|d=^^.-L*t 


faith-ful,  I'll     try  to  prove  faith-ful,  faith-ful,  faith-ful, 

j^_  _ 

Ji — z|zi^-!_^_:^_:^_i:2 — q_i^ — | — ^_:^i 


— (3 — : 


■±E^. 


llE^EEgl^B: 


Till 


we        all      shall       meet 


bove. 


ii=E=?i^i: 


-It 

z:dz 


fi 


1  I'll  try  to  prove  faithful,  &c. 

2  Oj  let  us  prove  faithful,  &c. 

3  We  mean  to  be  faithful,  &c. 

4  There'll  be  no  more  sinning,  &c. 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

5  There'll  be  no  more  sorrow,  &c. 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

6  Then  we  shall  see  Jesus,  &c. 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

7  There  we  shall  sing  praises,  &c. 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 


I  would  not  live  alway.  35 

From  the  Modern  Psalmist. 


1.  I    would  not 

2.  I    would  not 


<f  ^^  

ive     alvvay:   1     ask  not    to         stay, 
ive     alvvay:  No — welcome  the  tomb. 


gzzi^ 

Where  storm  af  -  ter  storm      ris 
Sice      Je  -  sus     has     lain  there, 


The    tew    lu    -  rid  morning's  that  dawn    on      us  here,  .  .  . 

There,  sweet  be  mv   rest,  till   he      bid     me      a     -      rise,.  ... 


5?ZS? 


=\: 


Bd:fc5z»;i:*-S.-* 


Are 
To 


enou^h     for  life's  woes,  full  enoug-h    tor      its      cheer, 
hail    him  in     triumph       de-scend  -  ing         the      skies. 


It 


Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ; 
Where  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet  ? 
V.^here  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 


36 


The  Harvest  Home. 


-# 


1.  Though    in     the  outward  church  below 


The 


m^ 


E=il*E3li^EE-'^- 


H-l 


:-^-^-^- 


wheat  and  tares  togeth-er  grow;      Je  -  sus  ere  long  will 


weed  the      crop,  And  pluck  the  trees  in      an-ger    up. 


i:^: 


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i^zz^rrin: 
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Hi 


Cliorus. 


For         soon  the   reap    -  ing 


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time       will     come, 


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And      an  -   gels   shout     the        har-vest  home. 

jzzzze:izszzz— i:z:s 


z=z=zi^Tzqzzzq — I — urizgzz-— — r-: 

EHESE^EE!?E!EE?EkE3E3Elt 


MILLENNIAL   HARP.  37 

Harvest  Home. 

1  Though  in  the  outward  church  below, 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 

CHORUS. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 

To  recollect  their  stations  here;  ^ 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew.'* 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will,  S^c. 

3  No!  this  will  ao^sfravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace, 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  loill,  fyc. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet, 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat, 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes. 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  ivill,  Sfc. 

5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends: 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  will,  fyc. 

6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 

The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  will,  S^c* 

7  Oh!  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so.' 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare? 

Me,  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 
[4]        For  soon,  the  reaping  time  itnll, .  ^c. 


38  Saint's  Sweet  Home. 

8j  1.  Mid  scenes  of  con-fu-sion  and    creature  com- 

1  =:::^4:+;zltrri;:5zfc3 ^^^i=E=:«z*i± 

plaints,  How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  com-mun-ion  with  saints; 

rpEiE^ES^±?Ei?Eiz*EE^Z^^f^IE 
ztri=5=1tE5;5=f^-^=i==?=^=it-t 

lEagE^E^TiE^^rg^^^SpEiEg^i 


j  To     find     at    the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room,  And 

:E=i=t±£zz*z?zJtzt;zb:: 


ztz±:E=z^z:!^ 


i^iii— zizlid^q^iz)^z|zz^T:z;:f:JrizT-zqi 


feel    in  the  presence   of     Jesus  at  home.  Home,  home,s\veet,sweet 

zazipr/ii^i-z^ZT^z^zq^ii-xi^ii^iazfi 

M^ J- — ^ J- ±-H-l — -L^-F-J^^ — ^ 


:si=e?s;iUfS;si.: 


home,  Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  to     glo-rv,  my  home. 

pEiE^Ei:*Er£ggEpEH:^E:3zp|^ 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  39 

Saint's  Sweet  Home. 

2 
Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus  whose  love  cannot  cease, 
Though  oil  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 

CHOKUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,  my  home. 
3 
1  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Tho'  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace, when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  <Sfc. 
4 
While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  6jc. 

5 

Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace. 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  And  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  <Src. 

6 

1  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  Home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory,  my  home. 


40 


Star  of  Bethlehem. 


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1.  When  marshall'd    on     the     night-ly   plain,  The 
star     a -lone,    of       all     the  train,  Can 


t: 


one      a -lone,  the     Sav  -  ior  speaks,  It 
I  1st  time.  I      2d  time. 


I  glittering  hosts    be  -  stud  the  sky.  One 

fix     the  sin-ner's  wandering  eye; 


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is     the   star     of 


Beth-le-hem. 


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MILLENNIAL  HARP.  41 

Slav  of  Betliielieni. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death  stiuck — I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem: 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease; 
And  thro'   the  storm  and  danger's  thrall. 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


Tlie  Ch.i'istiaii  and  th.e  Cross. 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Who  lives  by  angels  now  adored; 
That  Jesus  who  once  died  for  me. 
Who  bore  my  sins  in  agony. 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  his  laws, 
Nor  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 

The  way  he'ssfone,  is  lined  with  blood, 
0  may  I  tread  the  steps  he  trod. 

3  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name  to  bear, 
With  those  who  his  disciples  were: 
Christian,  sweet  name!  its  worth  I  view, 
0  may  I  wear  the  nature  too. 

4  I'm  not  ashamed  to  bear  my  cross. 
For  which  I  count  all  things  but  dross; 
Whate'er  I'm  bid  to  do  or  say, 
When  Christ  commands,  I  will  obey. 

5  I'm  not  ashamed  to  be  despised, 
By  those  who  ne'er  religion  prized: 
Nor  will  I  prove  to  Christ  untrue, 
For  all  that  men  can  say  or  do. 

6  This  world's  vain  honors  will  I  shun. 
The  narrow  way  to  life  I'll  run; 

f  A?    That  this  at  last  my  boast  may  be. 
My  Savior's  not  ashamed  of  me. 
[4*1 


42  Lord!  remember  me. 

^ziA:rf:bz=li:i:Lifci:eizgizfzj-j:t 

1.  Je  -  sus!    thou  art    the       sinner's  Friend,  As 


— 1)-4:# 


2  Remember  tliy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Caivary; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Tlvou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee} 
While  thou  art  silling  on  thy  throne, 
Oh,  Lord  1  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guiity,  own  I'm  vile. 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free: 
Then,  in  thy  ail-abounding  grace. 

Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 
6  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  1  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 

Do  thou  remember  me. 
6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee. 
Then,  oh  my  great  Redeemer,  God! 

1  pray,  remember  me. 


Escape  for  thy  life.  43 

-lis^qi~ir^z:1:i:qr^: 


1.  See  Sodom  wrapt  infirel  And  hark, what  piercing  shrieks! 

iigsiLiiiiiiii 


Those  daring  rebels  now  expire,  For  God  in  justice  speaks. 


2  O  sinner,  mark  thy  fate! 

Soon  will  the  Judge  appear; 
And  then  thy  cries  will  come  too  late; 
Too  late  for  God  to  hear. 

3  Thy  day  of  mercy  gone, 

The  Spirit  grieved  away, 
Thy  cup,  long  filling,  now  o'erflown, 
Demands  the  vengeful  day. 

4  Thy  God,  insulted,  seems 

To  draw  his  glittering  sword; 
And  o'er  thy  guilty  head  it  gleams, 
To  vindicate  his  word. 

6  One  only  hope  I  see; 

Oh,  sinner,  seize  it  now, — 
The  blood  that  Jesus  shed  for  thee! 
No  other  hope  hast  thou. 

See  "Millennial  Musings  ^''—page  127,  hymn  114. 


44  China. 


1.  Why    do    we  mourn  de  -  part-ing  friends,  Or 


shake  at  death's  alarms?  'Tis     but 


the    voice    that 


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sends    To       call    them      to       his      arms. 


See 


2  Are  we  not  tending-  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  lime  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften 'd  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head. 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  shovv'd  our  feet  the  way: 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 
Millennial  Musing's  "--pase  105,  hymn  89— page  120,  hymn  107. 


The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd.       45 


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1.  The       Lord       is         our       Shep  -  herd,   ouj: 


-:;z*r3i?:i5if:JiE:±b=U;t-t±r:^;?— :3 

guardian  and  guide;     What  -  ev  -  er  we    want,  he  will 

T;^:z3zz:5zSzzr.-3z^=E;3=:q=:=q=: 
:tztj:z?z=i^zfz?iz:z:lz?zi^z:i^zzzjz: 


kind  -   -  ly     pro 


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To  th'sheep  of        his 


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pas  -  tare      his         mer  -  cies        a  -  bound.         His 


l—mzuzMzi--^-' 


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zz^=izzz^;z:^ 


— g — » — I — -t— j 1 ! —  :z:^f::tz:[zz 


z-rziaz: 


■*z«z^?;T^i^z^z:^I:^?zqzz:tIz3zE|: 
rziiti:ztzi[zz>z?z:z:±:t:ii^^z:^:fz?zB 

care  and    pro  -  tec-tion   his      flock     will  sur-round. 


46  MILLENNIAL  HARP. 

Our  Slie|>lierd. 

2 
The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd;  what  then  shall  we 

fear, 
What  danger  can  frighten  us  while  he  is  near? 
*.  Not  when  the  time  calls  us  to  walk  thro'  the  vale 
■ijpf  the  shadow  of  death,  shall  our  hearts  ever  fail. 

3 
Tho'  afraid  of  ourselves,  to  pursue  the  dark  way, 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  be  our  comfort  and  stay; 
For  we  know  by  thy  guidance, when  once  it  is  past, 
To  a  fountain  of  life  it  will  bring  us  at  last. 

4 
The  Lord  is  become  our  salvation  and  song, 
His  blessings  have  follow'd  us  all  our  life  long; 
His  name  will  we  praise  while  we  have  any  breath; 
Be  cheerful  in  life,  and  be  happy  in  death. 

"  Lead  me  to  the  Rock." 

1  0,  Savior  of  sinners,  when  faint  and  depressed. 
With  manifold  trials  and  sorrows  oppressed, 
I'll  bow  at  thy  feet,  and  with  confidence  cry, 

"  Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I!'* 

2  When  tempted  by  Satan  the  Spirit  to  grieve. 
And  the  service  of  Christ,  my  Redeemer  to  leave, 
I'll  claim  my  relation  to  Jesus  on  high — 

The  Rock  of  salvation,  that's  higher  than  I! 

3  When  judgments,  0  Lord,  are  abroad  in  the  land, 
And  merited  vengeance  descends  from  thy  hand! 
O'erwhelmed  with  the  sight,  for  protection  I'll  fly. 
And  hide  in  the  Rock,  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 

4  When  summoned  by  death  before  God  to  appear. 
By  free-grace  supported  I'll  yield  without  fear! 
Most  gladly  I'll  venture  with  Jesus  on  high. 

To  enter  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  1! 

5  'Tis  there,  with  the  chosen  of  Jesus,  I  long 
To  dwell,  and  eternally  join  in  the  song, 

Of  praising  and  blessing  with  angels  on  high, 
Christ  Jesus,  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 


My  Brother  I  wish  you  well.       47 

1.     My       Brother        I     wish    you     well,     My 
Chorus.  Be  mention'd  in    the    prom-ised  land,    Be  men - 


;MkE:bE^r5E5EtEEEE=f.EE:EE{ 


::=l:i 


Brother       I     wish   you    well.  When  my  Lord  calls    I 
tion'd  in      the     promised  land,  When  my  Lord  calls    I 


:^Z^EiZl£fegE?:Z^ZsE^St!i 


trust    I    shall,    Be   mention'd   in 
trust    I    shall,    Be  mention'd    in 


the    promis'd  land, 
the    promis'd  land. 


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— I \ 1 — -j — gj4-i — 


M.—^ 


2  My  sister  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 
S  My  father  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

4  My  mother  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

5  My  neighbors  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

6  My  pastor  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

7  Young  converts  I  wish  you  well,  8lc. 

8  Poor  sinner  I  wish  you  well,  Sec. 


43 


The  God  of  Abraham. 


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1.  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, Who  reigns  enthron'd  a- 
2.  The  God  of  Abraham  praise,  At  whose  supreme  command 

f2^_-, 


lliJiSii-lliiiil 


bove;  Ancient  of  ev-er  -  lasting  days.  And  God  of  love; 
From  earth  I  rise — and  seek  the  joys    At  his  right  hand: 


Jehovah, Great  I  Am!  By  earth  and  heav'n  con-fess'd;  I 
I    all  on  earth    for-sake,  Its    wisdom,  fame,  and  power, 

tzz=z:zxzt:±=zz^i 


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trt 


E^:J£E 


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z-:izz'^zt-^-±^-'d 


3-i 


bow  and  bless  the     sacred  name,  For-ev  -  er  bless'd. 
And    him  my  on-ly    portion  make,    My  shield  and  tower. 


3  The  God  of  Abraham  praise; 
Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  a!)  my  happy  days, 

In  all  his  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend. 
He  calls  himself  my  Goa  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end. 
Through  Jesus'  blood. 


MILLENNIAL    HARP.  49 

4  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn, 

1  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wings  upborne 

To  Heaven  ascend  : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore. 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  liis  grace 

Forevermore. 

SECOND    PART. 

5  Though  nature's  strength  decay, 

And  earth  and  hell  withstand. 
To  Canaan's  bounds  1  urge  my  way, 

At  his  command  : 
The  watery  deep  I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view; 
And  thro'  the  howling  wilderness, 

My  way  pursue. 

6  The  goodly  land  I  see. 

With  peace  and  plenty  bless'd  ! 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And  endless  rest; 
There  milk  and  honey  flow. 

And  oil  and  wine  abound  ; 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crowned. 

7  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 

The  Lord  our  righteousness. 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin. 

The  Prince  of  Peace  . 
On  Sion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  still  maintains  ; 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light. 

Forever  reigns. 

8  He  keeps  his  own  secure. 

He  guards  them  by  his  side, 
Arravs  in  garments  white  and  pure, 

His  spoTless  bride ; 
With  streams  of  sacred  bliss, 

With  groves  of  living  joys. 
With  all  the  fruits  of  paradise, 

He  still  supplies. 

9  Before  the  Holy  One, 

They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

Through  all  their  land. 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing  in  songs  which  never  end 
[6]  The  wondrous  Name. 


50 


Luther's  Hymn. 


r5r:|;:i:rdzt:sz:r:J:?=S-t:?--2;trr2S:; 


::fc^s:^rq=i:i^z=;i:d=d:T=::— ^ 


1.  Great  God, what  do      I      see  and  hear!  The 
The  Judge  of    man     I      see    appear,    On 


-O—^-T 


:::t: 


:5z:^: 


— 0-r 

3il 


:?=^igE:eEj:± 


:i:i:n:^frpriz-=f;z;: 


;  >    The      trumpet 

zE=E=[itz?z:-zz:±-rt:t:2xl:-2^zli^zfz-i 


end     of    things  ere 
clouds  of      glo  -  rv 


a     -     ted! 
seat  -    ed 


sounds;  the  graves  re  -  store  The     dead  which  they  con 


gzi«r^^zi 


— ^__-?_p_,_^_^.. 


:t_^. 


, s- 


t: 


t|?3lgil 


tain'd  be-fore:    Prepare,    my  soul,    to         meet     him. 


-<5>— ?5-+~1— 


i^J 


^iHfeS 


MILLENNIAI.    HARP.  51 

Judgment. 

1 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated; 
The  trumpet  sounds;   the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before: 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2 

The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3 
But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing, 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  tind  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing: 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

4 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


52 


Wandering  Pikrims. 


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,_^ 0±^\ — J. f^-ff\—\ — I 


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1.  Wandering    pilgrims,       mourn-ing    Christians, 


9:=*^ 


Weak,  and    tempted  Lambs  of  Christ,  Who  en-dure  great 

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z^z^ig|zi^ii:^:|:gzzi^z|g=i^j:gzzg:t^ 

trib  -  u     -    la  -  tion,  And  with  sin    are     sore    distress' 

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lich  and      cost-ly  feast;    Let  not    shame  or  pride  pre  - 


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z=zfz&zzE:±:zzE:tz:Ezt:ziz=±:z:±:: 


MILLENNIAL  HARP.  53 

vent  you,  Come,    the  rich     pro  -  vi  -  sion    taste. 


2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  repenting. 
He  will  give  you  gospel  grace: 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 
Love  and  serve  him  here  below; 
•    With  your  troubles  now  draw  near  him, 
He  the  blessing  will  bestow. 

S  If,  like  poor  Bartimeus  blinded. 

You  bewail  the  want  of  sight. 
Cry  to  Jesus,  son  of  David, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  light: 
If  no  one  appear  to  help  you. 

All  their  eflbrts  prove  but  talk  : 
Jesus  ready  waits  to  heal  you, 

He  will  bid  you  rise  and  walk. 

4  If,  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief; 
Wait  with  patient,  constant  praying, 

Christ  will  grant  you  sweet  relief. 
Are  you  weary,  heavy  laden  ? 

He  will  give  you  sweet  repose; 
Bear  his  light  and  easy  burden. 

He  shall  conquer  all  your  foes. 

5  He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied  : 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  you. 

Rise,  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  gtride  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  an  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
[5*] 


54 


Lift  your  Heads. 


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1.   Lift     your  heads 
Christ     to        all 


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pre  - 


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Partners    in 


his    patience  here  :  } 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon    appear  :  5 


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Mark      the 

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Mark    the 


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2  Hear  all  nature's  groans  proclaiming 
Nature's  swift  approaching  doom! 
War,  and  pestilence,  and  famine, 
Signify  the  wrath  to'come; 

Cleaves  the  centre. 
Nations  rush  into  the  tomb. 


MILLExNxNlAL  HARP.  55 

3  Close  behind  the  tribulation 

Of  the  last  tremendous  days, 
See  the  flaming  Revelation! 
See  the  universal  blaze! 

Earth  and  heaven 
Melt  before  the  Judge's  face. 

4  Sun  and  moon  are  both  confounded, 

Darken'd  into  endless  night, 
When  with  angel-hosts  surrounded, 
In  his  Father's  glory  bright, 

Beams  the  Savior, 
Shines  the  everlasting  light. 

5  See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling  ! 

Hark  !  on  earth  the  doleful  cry! 
Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  calling. 
While  the  frowning  Judge  draws  nigh; 

Hide  us,  hide  us, 
Rock  and  mountains,  from  his  eye! 

6  With  what  different  exclamation 

Shall  the  saints  his  banner  see! 
By  the  monuments  of  his  passion, 
By  the  marks  received  for  me! 

All  discern  him. 
All  with  shouts  cry  out— '"Tis  He!" 

7  "Lo!   'tis  He!  our  heart's  desire, 

Come  for  his  espoused  below; 
Come  to  join  us  with  the  choir. 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erflow: 

Palms  of  victory, 
Crowns  of  glory  to  bestow." 

8  Yes,  the  prize  shall  sure  be  given; 

We  his  open  face  shall  see: 
Love,  the  earnest  of  our  heaven, 
Love  our  full  reward  shall  be, 

Love  shall  crown  us 
Kings  thro'  all  eternity 


56 


Day  of  Judgment. 


1.  See    th'e  -  ter  -  nal      Judge    de  -  scend-ing, 


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Seat  -  ed  on       his  Father's  throne;  Now,  poor 


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sin 


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MILLENNIAL  HARP.  57 

The  Judgment. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting, 

At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain: 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  *'  Yonder  stands  the  glorious  Savior, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 
Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move! 

Doomed  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  "All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted. 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul; 
If  some  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  the  whole: 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll! 

5  "  Yonder  stand  my  godly  neighbors, 

Who  were  once  despised  by  me; 
They  are  clad  in  dazzling  splendor. 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see — 

Farewell,  neighbors; 
Dismal  gulf!  I'm  bound  for  thee! 

6  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder, 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder. 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart." 

Lost  forever! 
How  it  quails  the  sinner's  heart! 

See  "■Mill.  .V»ts."— Hy.  69,  p.  71.— Hy.  67,  p.  79.— Hy.  75,  p.  97. 


»8  Canaan. 

1  Together  let  us  sweetly  live,  I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan;  \ 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die,  I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaau.  ) 

O  Canaan,  it  is  mv  happy  home,  I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 

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O  Canaan,  bright  Canaan. 


am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan 

D.  C. 


zCi::zz:j-zr:zz:i^:-^-v 
;3rf:?z:?3tdz:i^:dz^z 


Tzzi^i^z: 


Ifyou^et  there  before  I  do, I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too,  I  am  bound,  &,c. 

O  Canaan,  bright  Canaan,  &c. 
3 
I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone,  I  am  bound,  &c. 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on,  I  am  bound,  &c. 

0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan,  &c. 
4 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies,  I  am  bound,  &c. 
While  higher  still  our  joys  they  rise,  I  am  bound,  &c. 

0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan,  &c. 
5 
Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend,  I  am  bound,  &c. 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end,  I  am  bound,  &c. 

O  Canaan,  bright  Canaan,  &c. 


MILLENNIAL  HARP.  59 

The  Pilgrim's  Lot. 

1  How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
How  free  from  ev'ry  anxious  thought, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

0  Canaan!  bright  Canaan! 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 

0  Canaan,  it  is  mv  happv  home, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  o'.vn, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
O  Canaan,  &.c. 

3  I  trample  on  the  whole  delight, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
O  Canaan,  &.c. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
O  Canaan,  kc. 

5  P^'or  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 
1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
O  Canaan,  &.c. 


60  Invitation. 


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1.   C  We're  trav'ling  home  to  Heav'n  above — Will  you 
I     To    sing  the    Sa-vior's  dy-ing  love —   Will  you 

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go  ?        Will    you    go  ? 

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blest    abode,       A  -  noint-ed  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


MILLENNIAL  HARP.  61 


We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, — Will  you  go  ? 

In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, — Will  you  go  : 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear. 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  sliall  bear, 

And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share, — Will  you  go,' 

3 

We're  going  to  join  the  Heavenly  Choir, — Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, — Will  you  go  ? 

There  saints  and  angels  i:l. idly  sing, 

Hosanna  to  their  God  and   King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  nag, — Wfil  you  go  ? 

4 
Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  cotne,  — Will  you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, — Will  you  go  ? 

The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive,  " 

If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease, — Come  believe! 

5 
The  way  to  Heaven  is  free  for  all — Will  ynu  go  ? 
For  Jew  and  Gentile — great  and  small, — Will  you  go  ? 

Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart. 

With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 
And  now  for  glorv,  make  a  start, — Come  away! 

6 
The  way  to  Heaven  is  strait  and  plain, — Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, — Will  you  go  ? 

The  Savior  cries  aloud  to  ihee, 

"Take  up  thy  croas  and  follou'  trie," 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see, — Come  to  me! 

7 
0,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, — I  will  go? 
I'll  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way, — Let  me  go! 
My  old  companions,  fare  }ou  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dw^ell, — Let  me  go!  Fare  you 
[6]  [well. 


62      Don't  YOU  see  my  Jesus  coming. 


**• 


Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming?  See  him  come  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him,How  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd. 

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I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom, Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me. 


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you  go  to  glory  with  mejHallelujahjO  praise  ye  the  Lord. 


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Come  to  Jesus.  63 


Come     to 


Je-sus,  Come  to      Je-sus,  Come  to 
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Je-sus,  Come    to      Je-sus,  Come  to 


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Jesus,  just  now. 


2  He  is  willing,  Just  now. 

3  lie  is  able,  Just  now. 

4  He  is  knocking,  Just  now. 

5  Can  you  hate  liim,  Just  now. 

6  Time  is  flying,  Just  now. 

7  Will  you  linger,  Just  now. 

8  Come  poor  sinner,  Just  now. 

9  Hell  is  burning,  Just  now. 

10  Come  my  neighbors.Just  now 

11  Christ  is  pleading,  Just  now. 

12  Do  not  slight  him,  Just  now. 

13  Come  ye  wounded,  Just  now. 

14  Shame  the  Devil,  Just  now. 

15  O  be  honest,  Just  now. 


16  God  is  waiting.  Just  now. 

17  Christ  may  leave  you,Just  now, 

18  Get  religion,  Just  now. 

19  Love  the  Savior,  Just  now, 

20  Pray  on  brethren,  Just  now. 

21  Pray  on  sisters,  Just  now. 

22  Satan  trembles.  Just  now. 

23  Heaven  rejoices.  Just  now. 

24  If  you  hate  him,  Just  now. 

25  You'll  repent  it,  So  soon. 

26  O  the  Judgment,  So  soon. 

27  Death  is  coming.  So  soon. 

28  Death  and  judgment.  So  soon. 

29  Hell  or  heaven,  So  soon.      , 

30  All  is  over,  So  soon. 


64       Blessing  of  the  New  Covenant.      ^ 

^-*r  -i-Ht-l-.F-«-^-  '-\'~\-r^.4-^-  -H+-^-^-^-^+H  ^^ 
:g)i±*^-ffi — ^ — ^i!ri^^_j_^_^i^-a' x^-^_t 

1.  Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,  And  are  happy  in  the   Lord. 

* i 1 J 1 ^^x c 

Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise, Which  is  left  up-on    re-cord  : 


I  will  sprinkle  you  with  wa-ter 
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I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin 


;izzzz?:zit:|z:;,:zi:?z?±zi^:?$*±fz:^:l: 

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Sancti  -  fy  and  make  you  ho  -  ly 


MILLENNIAL  HARP. 

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65 


I  will  dwell  and  reign  within. 


<*-i*i-«^ 


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X ± t.^^_^JJ ^ J. !._ 


Tho'  you  have  much  peace  and 

comfort, 
Greater  things  you  yet  may  find, 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers. 
Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 
To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 
Jesus  suffer'd,  groan'd,  and  died, 
On  the  cross  the  healing  fountain, 
Gushed  from  his  wounded  side. 


Be  as  holy  and  as  happy, 
And  as  useful  here  below, 
As  it  is  your  Father's  pleasure, 
Jesus,  only  Jesus  know. 
Spread,  O  spread  the  holy  fire, 
Tell,  O  tell  what  God  has  done, 
Till  the  nations  are  conformed 
To  the  image  of  his  Sou. 


If  you  have  obtained  this  treasure,    Witnesses  might  be  produced, 
Search  and  you  shall  surely  find       Of  this  glorious  work  of  love. 
All  the  Christian  marks  and  graces,  Paul  and  James,  and  John  and  Peter, 
Planted,  growing,  in  your  mind.       Long  before  they  went  above. 
Perfect  fuith,and  perfect  patience,   Hundreds, thousands,tens  of  thousands, 
Perfect  lowliness,  and  then  Have,  and  do,  and  will  appear  ; 

Perfect  hope,and  perfect  meekness,  Let  me  ask  the  solemn  question. 
Perfect  love  for  God  and  man.  Has  the  Lord  a  witness  here. 


But  be  sure  to  gain  the  witness, 
Which  abides  both  day  and  night ; 
This  your  God  has  plainly  promis'd, 
This  is  like  a  stream  of  light. 
While  you  keep  the  blesse(if<l|itness, 
AH  is  clear  and  calm  withfn ; 
God  himself  assures  you  by  it 
That  your  heart  is  cleansed  from 
sin. 

[6*] 


Wake  up  brother,  wake  up  sister, 
Seek,  O  seek  this  holy  state; 
None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 
Thro'  the  pure  celestial  gate.     ^ 
Can  you  hear  the  tho't  of  losing 
All  the  joys  that  are  above  .' 
No,  my  brother,  no,  my  sister, 
God  will  perfect  you  in  love. 


66 


I  want  to  wear  the  cfown. 


■* 


1.  Jesus, my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone ;  I  want  to  wear  the 
2.  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went,!  want  to  wear  the 


i?lei5Si 


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^-k^r^-t' — ^-1 — i 


crown,  He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon;  I  want  to  wear  the 
crown, The  road  that  leads  from  banishmentj  I   want  to   wear  the 


k^z5_ii_^: 


crown,  Oil  my  heart  says  praise  the  Lord,  my  heart  says  praise  the 
crown,  Oh  my  heart  says  praise  the  Lord,  [Lord. 


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MILLENNIAL    HARP.  67 

3  His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown. 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view, 
I  want  to  wear  the  crown; 
Oh  my  heart  says,  &c. 

4  The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
I  want  to  wear  the  crown. 
Oh  my  heart  says,  &c. 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,   blest  Lamb, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  whose  I  am; 
I  want  to  wear  the  crown, 
Oh  my  heart  says,  &c. 

6  Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown,  i 

Oh  my  heart  says  praise,  &c. 

7  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown. 
What  a  dear  Savior  I  have  found, 
I  want  to  wear  the  crown, 
Oh  my  heart  says,  &c. 

8  I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 

I  want  to  wear  the  crown. 
And  say,  '  Behold  the  way  to  God!' 
I  want  to  wear  the  crown. 
Oh  my  heart  says,  &,c. 


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68  The  Morning  Star. 

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p  1.  The  night  is  wearing  fast  away, /A  streak  of  light  is  dawning, 

zzki2:S:tfcztz[izt±tiz?:p::ti±^:Ezz±zzrt 


ztzzitztitztitEzrztzHtz^zEzEfczbztJ 

Sweet   har-bin-ger  of  that  bright  day,  The  fair  Millen-nial  morning. 


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p  Gloomy  and  dark    the  night  has  been,  And  long  the  way,  and  dreary  ; 


MILLENNIAL  HARP.  69 


--tzz: 

And  sad  the  weeping  saints  are  seen,  And  faint,and  worn  and  weary. 


liiillliiiiilSi 


p  Ye  mourning  pilgrims,  cease  your  tears, 

pp  And  hush  each  sigh  of  sorrow; 
f  The  light  of  that  bright  morn  appears, — 

The  long  sabbatic  morrow, 
//Lift  up  your  heads — behold  from  far 
A  flood  of  splendor  streaming! 
It  is  the  bright  and  Morning-Star, 
In  living  lustre  beaming! 
3 
And  see  that  star-like  host  around 
'     Of  angel  bands,  attending; 
Hark!  hark!  the  trumpets  glad'ning  sound, 

'Mid  shouts  triumphant  blending. 
He  comes,  the  Bridegroom  promised  long — 

Go  fortii  with  joy  to  meet  him; 
And  raise  the  new  and  nuptial  song, 
In  cheerful  strains  to  greet  him. 
4 
Adorn  thyself,  the  feast  prepare, 

While  bridal  strains  are  swelling; 
He  comes,  with  thee  all  joys  to  share, 
And  make  this  earth  his  dwelling. 
/Lift  up  your  heads — behold  from  far 
A  flood  of  splendor  streaming! 
It  is  the  bright  and  Morning-Star, 
In  living  lustre  beaming  ! 


70 


The  Alarm. 


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P~z4::?zz=:±:!!zz^:±:t=ti:---^fci:==:± 

1.  "We     are     liv  -  ing,  we    are  dwelling,  In     a 

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grand  and  aw-ful  time ;    In    an    age    on      a  -  ges  telling, 

t-t::i:*--*:i4::x:t:i;t:^E±£=3=i:*=« 

To  be       liv -ing    is  sublime.   Hark!  the  waking  up  of 


ziz:tI:?z:z:Jfzzt:i3;ftzzt5zItztztizi;;^i 


MILLENNIAL    HARP. 


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71 

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na-tions,    Gog  and    Ma-gog      to     the  fray ;  Hark!  what 


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2  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally, 

With  your  music  and  your  wine? 
Up!  it  is  Jehovah  s  rally! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine. 
Hark!  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 

Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock? 
Up,  O  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier; 

Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock. 

3  Worlds  are  charging — heaven  beholding; 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 
On!  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad! 
Strike!  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  Hges — tell  for  God! 

Set  '■'' lSlilh.':ini{il  Muiins^s"~^ag^e  7  and  page  90. 


Home.  T 

Dolce. 

1.  Oh!  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh,  When  will  the  moment  come, 

:!* — 1 ±^-yfi-i I^_^_[Z — i — t 

z[izitzSz?zJifi>zfzf:x:zz:_z:?zi:i±J:_ 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by.  And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

zpzfcz5zt=tt*ZBz*z?:jTiz:&z:pr3:|:2;fl: 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  1  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam; 

And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  would  at  once  have  quit  this  place, 

Where  foes  in  fury  roam, 
But  ah!  my  passport  was  not  sealed, 
1  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  afliictions  sharply  tried,- 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  flood, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round, 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom; 
I  long  to  leave  th'unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


i 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


The  believers  in  the  second  advent  of  the  Lord  Jesus 
Christ  at  hand,  have  for  some  time  felt  the  need  of  a  col- 
lection of  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  which  were  in 
accordance  with  their  views  of  the  advent  and  glorified 
kingdom  of  Christ.  In  order  to  meet  this  demand,  the  fol- 
lowing hymns  have  been  carefully  selected  from  various 
authors,  in  Europe  and  America.  The  compilers  have 
taken  the  liberty  to  amend  and  abridge  them,  when  re- 
quired. 

It  is  commended  to  the  faithful  in  Christ,  who  are 
looking  for  his  approach,  and  who  expect  soon  to  unite 
in  the  new  song,  with  the  redeemed  of  every  kindred, 
tongue^  and  nation. 

THE  COMPILERS. 


i 


PROLOGUE. 


The  Savior  comes,  his  advent 's  nigh ; 
He  soon  will  rend  the  azure  sky. 
Descending  swift  to  earth  again, 
When  God  shall  dwell  indeed  with  men  ! 
O  happy  day,  when  wars  shall  cease, 
And  ransomed  earth  be  filled  with  peace ; 
When  sin  and  death  no  more  shall  reign, 
And  Eden  bloom  on  earth  again ! 

Saints,  lift  your  heads,  that  day  is  near, 
When  your  Redeemer  shall  appear, 
To  take  the  kingdom  and  the  crown, 
And  make  his  ransomed  bride  his  own. 
Shall  not  his  people  sing  for  joy? 
Shall  not  the  church  their  songs  employ  ? 
Sing,  ye  who  will — sing  while  ye  may, 
And  shout  for  joy  th'  approaching  day. 


Ii 


THE   NEW   JERUSALEM. 


HYMN  1.    C.  M. 

1  Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes ; 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies  ! 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God 

resides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 

Of  your  descending  King  ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men  are  the  objects  of  his  love, 
And  he  their  gracious  God. 


b  THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the 

tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 

fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  bright  the  vision  !  0,  how  long 

Shall  this  glad  hour  delay ! 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  2.     C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

0,  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 


THE    NEW   JERUSALEM.  7 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence. 
What  folly  's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die,  and  go  from  hence. 

5  Keach  down,  0  Lord,  thine  arm  of 

grace. 
And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  When  we  've  been  there  ten  thousand 

years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We  've   no  less   days  to   sing  God's 
praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  3.     8  &  7. 

1  Glohious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  I 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t' assuage? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to 
God: 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings; 
And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

Savior,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  throug-h  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM.  \f 

HYMN  4.     CM. 

1  Arise  and  shine,  0  Zion  fair, 

Behold,  thy  light  is  come. 
Thy  glorious  conquering  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home ; 
The  trumpet's  sounding  through  the 
sky 

To  set  poor  sinners  free ; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear; 
All  tongues,  all  languages,  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne. 

Ten  thousand  angels  round ; 
While  Gabriel,  with  his  silver  trump. 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

3  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  blown  no  more  * 
The   watchmen    all    have    left   their 
walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 


10  THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 
And  shout  redeeming  love. 


HYMN  5.     6  lines  8s. 

Leader  of  faithful  souls,  and  guide 
Of  all  that  travel  to  the  sky, 


Come,  and  with  us,  e'en  us,  abide. 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely; 
On  thee  alone  our  spirits  stay, 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 

Strangers  and  pilgnms  here  below, 
This  earth,   we   know,   is  not  our 
place  ; 

But  hasten  through  the  vale  of  wo, 
And  restless  to  behold  thy  face. 

Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 

Our  everlasting  home  above. 

We  have  no  'biding  city  here. 
But  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 

Thither  our  steady  course  we  steer, 
Aspiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 

Jerusalem,  the  saints'  abode. 

Whose  founder  is  the  living-  God. 


4- 

THE    NEW    JERUSALEM.  11 

SECOND    PART. 

4  Patient  th'  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  cast  behind ; 
From  strength  to  strength  we  travel  on, 

The  New  Jerusalem  to  find ; 
Our  labor  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  New  Jerusalem. 

5  Through  thee,  who  all  our  sins  hast 

borne, 

Freely  and  graciously  forgiven, 
With  songs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heaven, 
That  palace  of  our  glorious  King ; 
We  find  it  nearer  while  we  sing. 

6  Raised  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We   urge   our  way  with   strength 
renewed, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  to  join ; 

We  travel  to  the  mount  of  God ; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  arise. 
And  meet  our  Savior  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  6.     8  lines  8s. 
1  I  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed 

With  glory  and  light  from  above; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed, 
His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 


12  THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

I  languish  and  sig-h  to  be  there, 
Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  his  abode  : 

0  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ! 

2  With  him  I  on  Sion  shall  stand. 

For  Jesus  has  spoken  the  word, 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord. 
But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove  : 
Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give ; 
And  then  from  the  body  set  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN  7.     8  lines  8s. 
1  Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
We  soon  shall  recover  our  home; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear ; 
The  day  of  eternity  come. 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM.  13 

From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 
And  mount  to  our  native  abode; 

The  house  of  our  Father  above, 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,    raised    by    the    life-giving 
Word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean. 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air; 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin ; 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  I 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear: 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood. 
And. brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  thai  day. 

Which  never  is  followed  by  night, 
Where  Jesus's  beauties  display 
A  pure  and  a  permanent  light : 


14  THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

The  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  sun, 
And,  lo  !  by  reflection  they  shine ; 

With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 

And  bright  in  effulgence  divine ! 

5  The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 
Their  great  and  eternal  reward; 
In  Jesus,  in  heaven  they  live. 

They  reign   in  the  smile  of  their 
Lord ! 
The  flame  of  angelical  love 
Is  kindled  at  Jesus's  face ; 
And  all  the  enjoyment  above 
Consists  in  the  rapturous  gaze. 

HYMN  8.     C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

Zion  shall  yet  arise 
In  all  the  beauty  of  the  Lord, 

Beneath  thy  own  fair  skies. 
When  thou  shalt  come  bowed  down 
and  low, 

Repentant  and- in  tears. 
With  offerings  of  broken  hearts, 

And  faith  of  holy  seers. 

2  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

Messiah,  he  is  king; 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM.  15 

Lift  up  thy  voice  from  every  hill, 

Let  every  valley  sing; 
Lengthen   thy  cords,  strengthen  thy 
stakes. 

Break  out  on  every  hand, 
Thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  glory  of  the  land. 


HYMN  9.     4  8s  &  2  6s. 

1  How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot  ; 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design. 

From  every  creature  love  ! 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good. 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 


16  THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 

For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen ; 

Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures 

mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 
\ 

4  No  foot  of  land  do  I  possess, 
No  cottage  in  this  wilderness; 

A  poor,  way-faring  man, 
I  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below, 
Or  gladly  wander  to  and  fro, 

Till  I  my  Canaan  gain. 

5  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  ; 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

6  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
My  treasure  and  m.y  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home. 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come ! 

7  I  come  !  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies ; 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM.  17 

Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end ; 
Now,  0  my  Savior,  Brother,  Friend, 
Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 


HYMN  10.     8s. 

1  A  CITY  appears  to  our  view, 

Where  pilgrims  will  ever  reside  ; 
If  faithful  they  prove  and  are  true, 

Will  dwell  with  the  Lamb  as  his 
bride. 
From  heaven  this  city  descends, 

Above  the  ethereal  blue; 
The  saints  will  inhabit  it  when 

To  earth  they  have  all  bade  adieu 

2  No  sun  shall  illumine  that  land, 

Nor  stars  in  its  galaxy  shine ; 
But  order  and  harmony  grand 

Will  be  in  each  portion  sublime. 
No  darkness  shall  ever  prevail, 

But  light  inexpressible  reign  ; 
No  demon  our  rights  shall  assail, 

To  mar  in  that  heavenly  plain. 

3  The  walls  of  this  city  are  high, 

Her  light 's  like  a  jasper  most  clear ; 
1^ 


18  THE    NEW   JERUSALEM. 

When  she  falls  from  the  azure  blue  , 

sky, 
She  will  dwell  with  the  holy  who 
fear. 
Its  streets  are  pellucid,  fine  gold ; 

No  temple,  but  God  and  the  Lamb, 
Our  eyes  shall  there  ever  behold. 
For  they  are  the  light  of  that  land. 

HYMN  11.     5&6. 

1  0  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles 

With  me  now  is  o'er.  [ 

"  2  A  city  I  've  found  | 

Where  true  joys  abound;  j 

To  dwell  I  'm  determined 
On  this  happy  ground. 

3  My  soul,  don't  delay. 
He  calls  thee  away ; 
Rise,  follow  thy  Savior, 
And  bless  the  glad  day. 


KINGDOM  OF  GOD, 


HYMN  12.     L.  M. 

1  Thy  kingdom  come !    thus,  day  by 

day, 
We  lift  our  hands  to  God  and  pray; 
But  who  has  ever  duly  weighed 
The  meaning  of  the  words  he  said  ? 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  !    0  day  of  joy. 
When  praise  shall  every  tongue  em- 
ploy ; 

When  hatred,  strife  and  battles  cease, 
And  man  with  man  shall  be  at  peace. 

3  Then  bears   and  wolves,   no   longer 

wild, 
Obey  the  leading  of  a  child ; 
The  lions  with  the  oxen  eat, 
And  dust  shall  be  the  serpent's  meat. 


20  KINGDOM    OF    GOD. 

4  Then   all  shall  know  and  serve  the 

Lord, 
And  walk  according  to  his  word ; 
His  glory  spread  around  shall  be, 
As  waters  cover  o'er  the  sea. 

5  God's  holy  will  shall  then  be  done 
By  all  who  live  beneath  the  sun; 
And  every  evil  will  remove, 

For  God  will  reign,  and  "  God  is  love." 


HYMN  13.     L.  M. 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
All  heaven  reveres,  all  worlds  obey, 
Now  make  the  Savior's  glory  known, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
Angels  submit  to  his  commands; 
His  justice  shall  protect  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

With  power  he  vindicates  the  just. 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  righteous  government  shall  last. 
Till  days,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 


KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  21 

HYMN  14.     L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from   shore  to 

shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no 
more. 

2  To  him  shall  endless  prayers  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume  shall 

rise 
With  every  daily  sacrifice. 

3  Blessinf^s  abound  where'er  he  reis^ns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blessed. 

4  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
The  sting  of  death  is  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  sons  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

HYMN  15.     7  &  6. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed ! 
Great  David's  greater  Son ; 


22  KINGDOM    OF    GOD. 

Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 
To  set  the  captive  free ; 

To  take  away  transgression. 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  sutler  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing. 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers. 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go. 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 


KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  23 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 
A  kingdom  without  end  ; 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove  ; 

His  name  shall  stand  forever ; 
That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


HYMN  16.     10s. 

1  The  Savior  comes,  by  ancient  bards 

foretold ; 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf,  and  all  ye  blind, 

behold ! 
'T  is  he  the  obstructed  paths  of  sound 

shall  clear, 
And  bid  new  music  charm  th'  unfold- 


2  No  more  shall  nation  against  nation 
rise. 

Nor  ardent  warriors  meet  with  hate- 
ful eyes. 

No  fields  with  gleaming  steel  be  cov- 
ered o'er, 

The  brazen  trumpets  kindle  rage  no 
more. 


24  KINGDOM    OF    GOD. 

3  The  lambs  with  wolves  shall  graze 

the  verdant  mead, 

And  boys  in  flowery  bands  the  tiger 
lead ; 

The  steer  and  lion  at  one  crib  shall 
meet, 

And  harmless  serpents  lick  the  pil- 
grim's feet. 

4  Rise,   crowned    with  light,    imperial 

Salem,  rise  ! 
Exalt  thy  towery  head,  and  lift  thy 

eyes  ! 
See  barbarous  nations   at   thy  gates 

attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple 

bend. 

5  The  seas  shall  waste,  the   skies   in 

smoke  decay. 
Rocks    fall   to    dust,    and  mountains 

melt  away ; 
But  fixed  his  word,  his  saving  power 

remains, 
Thy    realm    forever    lasts — Messiah 

reigns. 


KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  25 

HYMN  17.     7  &  6. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
/    Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? — 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high — 
Shall  we  to  man  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? — 
Salvation  I — oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 
2 


26  KINGDOM    OF    GOD. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
-Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

HYMN  18.     S.  M. 

1  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King  I 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore ; 
Ye  ransomed  saints,  give  thanks  and 
sing, 
And  triumph  evermore  ! 

2  The  mighty  Savior  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he    himself  had   purged    our 
stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  sovereign  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Into  his  hands  are  given. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  submit, 


I 


KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  27 

And  humbly  bow  to  his  command, 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 

Kejoice  in  glorious  hope  ! 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  waiting  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home. 


HYMN  19.     7  &  6. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, . 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise. 
Our  ransomed  dust,  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 

A¥here  our  Redeemer  's  gone. 

Our  eyes  shall  then,  with  rapture, 

The  Savior's  face  behold  ! 
Our  feet,  no  more  diverted. 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold  ! 
Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 

The  hosts  celestial  sing! 
Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  glory 

Of  our  immortal  King. 


DESIRE  OF  THE  BRIDE. 


HYMN  20.     P.  M. 

1  How  sweet  to  reflect  on   those  joys 
that  await  me 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of 
rest; 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome 
shall  greet  me, 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared 
for  the  blest. 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  en- 
shrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's 
sky  unclouded, 
I  '11  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  un- 
bounded. 
And  range   with    delight    through 
the  Eden  of  Love. 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  29 

2  While    angelic   legions,    with   harps 

tuned  celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the   concert 

of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  re- 

gioQS  terrestrial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  shall 

raise. 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo 

through  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be 

given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  do- 
minion. 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to 

the  Eden  of  Love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state  I     Hail,   ye 

songsters  of  glory  ! 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I  '11  meet 
you  above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing 
the  story, 
"  Salvation    from    sorrow    through 
Jesus's  love." 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet,  by  an- 
ticipation, 


30  DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE. 

Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  preli- 

bation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from 

probation  ! 
My  heart 's    now   in   heaven,   the 

Eden  of  Love. 


HYMN  21.      lis. 

1  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen 

fade  away, 
They  bloom  for   a  season,  but  soon 

they  decay. 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus 

are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth  and  a  mansion  in 

heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  heme. 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are 

ever  at  home. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing 

charms  : 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I  '11  go  to  his 

arms. 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there 

is  room, 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  31 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children 

at  home  ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home — 
0  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my 

home. 

3  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  fol- 

lies, adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory 
I  view ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from 

his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  hea- 
ven, my  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when   shall  I  share  the  fruition 
of  home  ! 

4  The   days   of  my   exile   are   passi-ng 

av^ay. 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus 

will  say, 
"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down 

on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence,  forever  at 

home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior 

at  home. 


32  DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE. 

6  Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall 
be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no 

more ; 
Their   loud    hallelujahs  fill  heaven's 

high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior,  forever 
at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
They  dwell  with  the   Savior,  for- 
ever at  home. 

HYMN  22.     8,  8,  &  6. 

1  0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  heavenly  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings ; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste, 
And    makes    me   for  some   moments 
feast 

With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  33 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest ; 
There   dwells    the    Lord  our  Right- 
eousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ! 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows,  and  sins,   and  doubts,  and 
fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

5  Now,  0  my  Joshua,  bring  me  in  ! 
Cast  out  thy  foes ;  the  inbred  sin. 

The  carnal  mind,  remove  ; 
The  purchase  of  thy  death  divide; 
And,  0  !  with  all  the  sanctified, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love. 

HYMN  23.     L.  M. 

1  0  Savior,  is  thy  promise  fled  ? 
Nor  longer  might  thy  grace  endure. 
To  heal  the  sick  and  raise  the  dead. 
And  preach  thy  gospel  to  the  poor  ? 


34 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE. 


2  Come  !  Jesus,  come  !  return  again  ; 
With  brighter  beam  th}^  servants  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  thy  perfect  reign, 
And  share  thy  kingdom's  happiness. 

3  A  feeble  race,  by  passion  driven, 
In  darkness  and  in  doubt  we  roam, 
And  lift  our  anxious  eyes  to  heaven. 
Our  hope,  our  harbor,  and  our  home. 

4  Yet,  mid  the  wild  and  wintry  gale. 
When  death  rides  darkly  o'er  the  sea. 
And  strength  and  earthly  daring  fail, 
Our  prayers,  Redeemer,  rest  on  thee  ! 

5  Come,  Jesus  !  come,  and  as,  of  yore, 
The  prophet  went  to  clear  thy  way, 
A  harbinger  thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  thy  brighter  day; 

6  So   now   may  grace    with   heavenly 

shower 
Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare ; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power. 
Then  come  and  reap  thy  harvest  there. 

HYMN  24.     8  &  6. 

1  0  LAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh  I 
When  will  the  moment  come 


i 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  35 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful,  sheltering  dome  ; 
This  world  's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest ; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam. 
And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 
And  he  'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  would  at  once  have  quit  this  place. 

Where  foes  in  fury  roam. 
But,  ah  !  my  passport  was  not  sealed, 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When,  by  afflictions  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb. 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  flood, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

HYMN  25.     C.  M. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me ; 


36  DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE. 

A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word  ; 

,    I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

3  Joyful  in  hope,  my  spirit  soars 

To  meet  thee  from  above ; 
Thy  goodness  thankfully  adores, 
And  sure  I  taste  thy  love. 

4  Thy  love  I  soon  expect  to  find, 

In  all  its  depth  and  height ; 
To  comprehend  th'  Eternal  Mind, 
And  grasp  the  Infinite. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss. 
And  everlasting  rest. 

6  The  bliss  of  those  that  fully  dwell. 

Fully  in  thee  believe, 
'T  is  more  than  ano-el  tongues  can  tell, 
Or  angel  minds  conceive. 

7  Thou  only  know'st  who  didst  obtain, 

And  die  to  make  it  known  ; 
The  great  salvation  now  explain, 
And  perfect  us  in  one. 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  37 

HYMN  26.     7  &  6. 

O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above ; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And,  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier; 

My  Captain  's  gone  before ; 
He  's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bade  me  not  give  o'er. 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he  '11  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And,  0  my  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 


>b!^ 


38  DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE. 

HYMN  27.    8,  8,  &  6. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall 

come 
To  call  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
"Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now. 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow, 

Though  weakest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it,  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place. 

In  that  expected  day. 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  0  let  me  hear, 
To  still  each  unbelieving  fear. 

Nor  let  me  fall,  1  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall 

sound. 
To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 


DESIRE    OF    THE    BRIDE.  39 

Then  loud  through  all  the  crowd  I  '11 

sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions 

ring 
With  shouts  of  endless  grace. 


HYMN  28.     7s. 

1  Come,  my  Way,  my  Truth,  my  Life ! 
Such  a  Way  as  gives  us  breath ; 
Such  a  Truth  as  ends  all  strife ; 
Such  a  Life  as  killeth  death. 

2  Come,    my    Light,    my    Feast,    my 

Strength  ! 
Such  a  Light  as  shows  a  feast ; 
Such  a  Feast  as  mends  in  length ; 
Such  a  Strength  as  makes  his  guest. 

3  Come,  my  Joy,  my  Love,  my  Heart! 
Such  a  Joy  as  none  can  move ; 
Such  a  Love  as  none  can  part ; 
Such  a  Heart  as  joys  in  love. 


40  DESIRE    OP    THE    BRIDE. 

HYMN  29.     L.  M. 

1  On  Tabor's  top  the  Savior  stands ; 
His  altered  face  resplendent  shines, 
And  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 
Lo,  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines ! 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 
Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below : 
But  w^hile  they  worship  at  his  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  wo. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 
To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And,  with  submission  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 
Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine, 
And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there. 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  0  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 
Where  now  the  risen  Savior  stands. 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils, 
I,  too,  may  elevate  my  hands. 


THE  ALARM. 

CALL  TO  DUTY. 


HYMN  30.  8  &  7. 

1  We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling", 

In  a  grand  and  awful  time ; 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling, 
To  be  living  is  sublime. 

2  Hark  !  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog  to  the  fray ; 
Hark  !  what  soundeth  ?   is  creation 
Groaning  for  its  latter  day  ? 

3  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally, 

With  your  music  and  your  wine  ? 
Up  !  it  is  Jehovah's  rally  ! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine. 

4  Hark,  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 

Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock  ? 
Up,  0  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier ; 
Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock, 

2^ 


42  THE    ALARM. 

5  Worlds  are  charging — heaven  behold- 
ing; 
Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 
On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 


SECOND    PART. 

6  What !  still  hug  thy  dreamy  slumbers ! 

'T  is  no  time  for  idling  play ; 
Wreaths,  and  dance,  and  poet-num- 
bers, 
Flout  them — we  must  work  to-day. 

7  Fear  not ;  spurn  the  worldling's  laugh- 

ter ; 
Thine  ambition  trample  thou ; 
Thou  shalt  find  a  long  hereafter 
To  be  more  than  tempts  thee  now. 

8  On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad ! 
Strike  !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 
Tell  on  ages — tell  for  God  ! 

9  Magog  leadeth  many  a  vassal ; 

Christ  his  few,  his  little  ones  ; 
But  about  our  leaguered  castle 
Rear  and  Vanguard  are  his  sons. 


THE    ALARM.  43 

10  Sealed  to  blush,  to  cower  never, 

Crossed,  baptized,  and  born  again, 
Sworn  to  be  Christ's  soldiers  ever, 
Oh,  for  Christ  at  least  be  men ! 

HYMN  31.     10,  a 

1  Christian,  arise  !  in  armor  arrayed, 

Rush  fearlessly  on  to  the  fight ; 
Christian,   rejoice !    and  be   not  dis- 
mayed ; 
Thy  God  puts  the  alien  to  flight. 

2  Christian,  arise  !   in  the  ranks  of  the 

Lord 
Prove  valiant  in  serving  thy  King ; 
His  promise  declares,  and  strong  is 

his  word. 
All  his  people  shall  victory  sing. 

3  Then  let  the  war-song  of  Christians 

unite. 
Be  borne  on  the  wings  of  the  wind, 
As  onward  they  rush,  in  the  strength 

of  his  might — 
On,  onward,  and  victory  find. 

4  The  struggle  is  great,  and  desp'rate 

have  grown 
The  followers  of  Baal — his  hosts 


44  THE    ALARM. 

Tremble  and  howl,  as  their  sinking 
throne 
Is  broken  and  fallen  from  its  posts. 

5  Christian,  rejoice  !  for  victory  is  thine, 
And  thine  is  the  victor's  reward ; 
Christian,  exult !  thy  God  is  divine, 
And  great  is  the   strength  of  his 
word. 

HYMN  32.     7s. 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ller  I  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Trav'ller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ller!  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ller !  ages  are  its  own ; 

See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


THE    ALARM.  ^ 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'Uer  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn ! 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'Uer  !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come  I 


HYMN  33.     L.  M. 

Hakk  !  't  is  the  warlike  clarion  : 
On,  to  the  battle,  heroes,  on  ! 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !  resounds  on  high 
The  voice  of  war  and  victory. 

Haste  to  the  battle  !     See  !  the  Lord 
Waves  to  the  clouds  his  conquering 

sword. 
To  arms  I  to  arms  !  I  hear  the  cry, 
On,  on,  to  bloodless  victory ! 

The  fierce  embattled  hosts  of  hell 
Before  the  dreadful  onset  fell. 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !  was  once  the  cry, 
But  now  the  trump  sounds  victory  ! 


46  •  THE    ALARM. 

4  Lo !  the  white  war-horse  treads  them 
down, 
I  know  the  rider  by  his  crown. 
All  hail !  all  hail !  his  legions  cry ; 
Jesus,  be  thine  the  victory ! 


HYMN  34.     10,  5,  &  11. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master 

appear ! 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor 
of  love. 

2  Our  life  as   a  dream,  our  time  as  a 

stream. 
Glides  swiftly  away. 
And  the   fugitive  moment  refuses  to 

stay. 
•The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is 
gone  ; 
The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's 
here. 


THE    ALARM.  47 

0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming 

may  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 

1  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst 

give  me  to  do  !  " 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  re- 
ceive the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on 
my  throne." 


HYMN  35.     C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease. 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


48  THE    ALARM. 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  wiih  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


HYMN  36.     8,  8,  &  6. 

1  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shall  come 


THE    ALARM.  49 

To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  : 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Then,  Savior,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  37.     lis. 

Daughter  of  Zion !  awake  from  thy 
sadness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more ; 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day- 
star  of  gladness ; 

Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is 
o'er. 
3 


50  THE    ALARM. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;    but  the  arm 

that  subdued  them, 
And     scattered    their    legions,    was 

mightier  far : 
They  fled   like    the    chaff  from   the 

scourge  that  pursued  them  ; 
How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their 

chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter   of  Zion  !    the   power   that 

hath  sav^d  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  tim- 
brel shall  be  ; 

Shout  I  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that 
enslaved  thee, 

The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and 
Zion  is  free. 


HYMN  38.     7s. 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'T  is  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

"  I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 
And    when    wounded,    healed     thy 
wound ; 


THE    ALARM.  51 

Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right; 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  hare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  a  redeeming  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  — 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?  " 

6  Lord,  it  is  ray  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ; 

0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

HYMN  39.     S.  M. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 


Oa  THE    ALARM. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  the  Eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 
vSoon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

5  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  40.     S.  M. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 


THE    ALARM. 


53 


0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely. 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray 
I  shall  forever  die. 

HYMN  41.     7  &  6. 

1  Come,  brethren  dear,  and  sisters, 

Ahhough  a  little  band, 
The  victory  I  '11  assure  you, 

Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand ; 
Then  wield  your  sword   with  pleas- 
ure, 

The  battle  goes  aright ; 
When  Israel  gained  the  victory. 

He  fought  with  faith  and  might. 

2  How  beautiful  the  garments 

The  bride  of  Christ  doth  wear; 
He  offers  her  rich  presents, 
And  crowns  her  as  his  heir. 


64  THE    ALARM. 

He  decks  her  with  rich  jewels, 
And  crowns  her  with  his  love, 

And  by  his  mighty  power 
Will  carry  her  above. 

J  I  '11  bid  farewell  to  sorrow, 

To  sickness,  care  and  pain, 
And  mount  aloft  to  Jesus, 

Forever  there  to  reign. 
I  '11  join  to  sing  his  praises 

Above  th'  ethereal  blue — 
And  then,  poor  careless  sinner, 

What  will  become  of  you  ? 

HYMN  42.     7  &  8. 

1  Come,  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 
Who  are  waiting  for  salvation. 
Have  your  lamps  trimmed  and  burn- 
ing, 

For  behold  the  proclamation, 
Saying,  "  All  things  now  are  ready 
For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy ; 
All  my  fatlings  now  are  killed, 
And  prepared  on  the  table." 

2  Arise  and  get  ready  ; 
Hasten  to  the  marriage  supper, 


THE    ALARM.  55 

While  the  Bridegroom  is  calling, 
And  poor  sinners  are  a  falling. 
See  the  Lord  of  life  descending, 
And  the  judgment  trumpet  sounding, 
For  to  gather  all  the  nations 
To  the  final  judgment-day. 

0  what  a  happy  meeting, 
When  salvation  is  completed, 
And  tribulation  's  ended. 
And  the  spotless  robe  prepared 
For  the  bride  to  be  adorned. 
In  the  jasper  wall  be  crowned. 
Saying,  "  Worthy  is  the  Lamb," 
In  the  New  Jerusalem. 

0,  sinners,  don't  be  doubting, 
While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting; 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army, 
And  there  's  nothing  that  will  harm 

you. 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Savior, 
And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 
And  repent  and  be  converted. 
You  may  sing  his  praises  too. 


56  THE    ALARM. 

HYMN  43.    P.  M. 

1  Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  joined. 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 

And  soon  you  '11  win  the  prize. 

2  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Released  from  cumbrous  clay. 
He  '11  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin. 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

3  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound; 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands  ; 
Lo,  you  're  redeemed  forever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands  ! 


WORSHIP. 

PRAYER    AND    PRAISE. 


HY.AIN  44.    L.  M. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep,  we 

strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise; 
And   earth,  with    her    ten    thousand 

tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts   with   sounding 

praise. 


58  WORSHIP. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When    rolling    years    shall  cease   to 
move. 


HYMN  45.     L.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and 

sing ! 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below; 
And  every  hour  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


WORSHIP.  59 


HYMN  46.     C.  M. 

1  May  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 

Be  in  thy  spirit,  Lord; 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine, 
That  trembles  at  thy  word  ; 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise, 

And  fix  on  things  above ; 
Spirit  of  sacrifice  and  praise, 
Of  holiness  and  love. 


HYMN  47.     S.  M. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place, 

Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


60  WORSHIP. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  48.     L.  M. 

1  Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest ; 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  as- 

signs 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heaven 
On  this  day  more  than  all  the  seven. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may 

rise 

As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  re- 
pose, 

Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  blest  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


WORSHIP.  61 

HYMN  49.     S.  M. 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 

That  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 

How  charming  is  their  voice, 

So  sweet  the  tidings  are  ; 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Savior,  King; 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  ! " 

How  happy  are  our  ears. 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound. 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought,  but  never  found. 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  sight. 
The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Savior  and  their  God, 


62  WORSHIP. 


HYMN  50.     C.  M. 

1  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing ; 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  raised ; 

How  holy,  and  how  plain ! 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  trav'llers  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound  ; 
Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

4  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road. 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

5  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 


WORSHIP.  6S 

HYMN  51.     C.  M. 

1  ZioN,  the  city  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  is  the  place ! 
The  Savior  there  has  his  abode, 
And  sinners  see  his  face. 

2  Firm  against  every  adverse  shock 

Its  mighty  bulwarks  prove  ; 
'T  is  built  upon  the  living  Rock, 
And  walled  around  with  love. 

3  There  all  the  fruits  of  glory  grow, 

And  joys  that  never  die  ; 
And  streams  of  grace  and  knowledge 
flow, 
The  soul  to  satisfy. 

4  Come,  set  your  faces  Zionward, 

The  sacred  road  inquire  ; 
And  let  a  union  to  the  Lord 
Be  henceforth  your  desire. 

5  The  gospel  shines  to  give  you  light, 

No  longer,  then,  delay; 
The  Spirit  waits  to  guide  you  right, 
And  Jesus  is  the  way. 

6  0  Lord,  regard  thy  people's  prayer, 

Thy  promise  now  fulfil ; 


64  WORSHIP. 

And  young  and  old  by  grace  prepare 
To  dwell  on  Zion's  hill. 

HYMN  52.     L.  M. 

1  Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,   from  darkness,   and  the 

dead  ! 
Though    humbled    long — awake    at 

length, 
And    gird    thee    with    thy    Savior's 

strength  ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Pecked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 
And    fill    thy    hallowed    walls    with 

dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,   from   on   high,   has   heard   thy 

prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair ; 
Nor  will  thy  v/atchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


WORSHIP.  65 

HYMN  53.     C.  M. 

1  Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 

Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord ; 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gospel  word. 

2  Go  into  every  nation,  go, 

Speak   to    their  trembling   hearts, 
and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show ; 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark  !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls.  Prepare ! 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to   make  his  entrance 
there ! 

4  The  Lord   your   God  shall    quickly 

come; 
Sinners,  repent !  the  call  obey : 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room; 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way. 

5  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through 

all; 
Whate'er    obstructs,    obstructs    in 
vain  ; 
3# 


66  WORSHIP. 

The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked   be  straight,   and  rugged 
plain. 

6  'The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed 
Shall  all  mankind  together  view, 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do. 


HYMN  54.     C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And,  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  his  face  who  tunes  their  choir, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

8  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
He  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 


WORSHIP.  :07 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  55.     C.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 

Let  us  thine  influence  prove ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for,  moved  by  thee, 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke ; 
Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  therv- shall 

know, 
If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

HYMN  56.     C.  M. 

.1  Fat:her  of  all,  in  whom  along 

We  live,  and  move,  jaijci  breathe. 


bo  WORSHIP. 

One  bright,  celestial  ray  dart  down, 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 

(We  search  with  trembling  awe  !) 
Open  our  eyes,  and  let  us  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 

The  light  that  shines  so  clear ; 
Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send. 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

HYMN  57.     L.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims 
His  various  and  his  saving  names ; 

O  may  they  not  be  heard  alone. 
But  by  our  sure  experience  known. 

2  Through  every  age  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  his  servants'  prayer ; 
Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain 
That  he  has  sought  his  God  in  vain. 

3  What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a  fear, 
While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 
The  same  his  power — his  love  the 


WORSHIP. 


To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise , 
To  thee  we  lift  expecting  eyes ; 
We  boldly  through  the  desert  tread, 
For  God  will  guard  where  he  shall 
lead. 


HYMN  58.     L.  M. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore. 
Till  suns  shall  rise  to  set  no  more. 


MIDNIGHT  CRY. 


HYMN  59.     C.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh: 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned   on   a   cloud  our  God  shall 

come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm. 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come ; 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  71 

And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and 
fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

"  But  gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 
"  Who  made  their  peace  with  God, 

Through  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 

"  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth 
to  light, 

Shall  make  the  world  confess 
My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

And  heaven  adore  my  grace." 


HYMN  60.     8,  7  «fe  4. 

1  Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending. 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign  ! 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed -iri' dreadful  majesty! 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 


72 


MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment!  come  away!" 

4  Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Make      thy      righteous     Sentence 
known. 
O  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ! 


HYMN  61.     L.  M. 

The  Lord  will  come !  the  earth  shall 

quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake. 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

The  Lord  will  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came,— 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  7^ 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 
The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the 
dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of 

storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind. 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind  ! 

4  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by 

pride  ? 
Oh  God !  is  this  the  crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain  ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain-cleft  in  vain  ! 
But  Faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come  ! 


HYMN  62.     C.  M. 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 
And  tempests  rend  the  skies ; 

Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire, 
In  harsh  disorder  rise ; 
4 


74 


MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


2  Safe  in  my  Savior's  love  I  '11  stand, 

And  strike  a  tuneful  song; 
My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 

3  I  '11  shout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders,  roll, 

And  shake  the  sullen  sky  ; 
Your  sounding  voice  from  pole  to  pole 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  "  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 

And  clouds  the  heaven  deform  ; 
Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
And  rush  the  final  storm. 

5  "  Come  quickly,  blessed  hope,  appear. 

Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near. 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

6  "  Around  thy  wheels  in  the  glad  throng 

I  'd  bear  a  joyful  part ; 
All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue. 
All  rapture  in  my  heart." 

HYMN  63.     7s,  6s,  &  1  8. 

1  Stand  th'  omnipotent  decree  ! 
Jehovah's  will  be  done ! 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  76 

Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan  : 

Let  this  earth  dissolve,  and  blend 
In  death  the  wicked  and  the  just; 

Let  those  pond'rous  orbs  descend, 
And  grind  us  into  dust; 

2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man, 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck 
Sure  t'  emerge  and  rise  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck. 
Lo  !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames   o'er  nature's   funeral 
pyre. 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  I 

3  Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose. 

By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed ; 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views. 

With  smiles,  the  flaming  void; 
Sees  this  universe  renewed. 

The  grand  millennial  reign  begun; 
Shouts  with  all  the  sons  of  God, 

Around  th'  eternal  throne. 

4  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope, 

To  be  at  last  restored. 


76  BIIDNIGHT    CRY. 

Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up, 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword. 

List'ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  latest  trumpet  of  the  seven, 

Soon  our  soul  and  dust  shall  join, 
And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN  64.     C.  M. 

1  And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known. 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live ! 

With  what  religious  fear, 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  watchful  power  bestow  ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed. 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  77 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 
0  let  me  feel  thee  near, 
And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 
^  I  at  thy  bar  appear. 

HYMN  65.      11  &  12. 

1  The  chariot !  the  chariot !   its  wheels 

roll  on  fire, 
As    the    Lord    cometh  down  in   the 

pomp  of  his  ire  ; 
Self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway 

of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burthen  of 

God-head  are  bowed. 

2  The  glory !    the  glory !   by  myriads 

are  poured 
The  hosts  of  the   angels  to  wait  on 
the  Lord ; 
.    ^  And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  mar- 
tyrs are  there, 
And  all  who  the  palm-wreath  of  vic- 
tory wear. 

3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead 

have  all  heard  ; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered 
charnel  are  stirred  j 


76 


MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


From  the  sea,  from  the  land,  from  the 

south  and  the  north. 
The  vast  generations  of  man  are  come 

forth. 

4  The  judgment !    the   judgment !   the 

thrones  are  all  set, 

Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vest- 
ed elders  are  met ! 

All  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 
Lord, 

And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on 
his  word ! 

5  0  mercy  !  O  mercy  !  look  down  from 

above. 

Creator  !  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 
love ; 

When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the 
wicked  are  driven, 

May  our  sanctified  souls  find  a  man- 
sion in  heaven ! 

HYMN  66.     L.  M. 

1  He   comes !    he  comes !    the   Judge 


severe : 


The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  79 

His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ! 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound ; 
See  ih'  almighty  Jesus  crowned  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Savior's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  sky. 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High ; 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
Forever  and  forever  reigns. 

HYMN  67.     8,  7,  &  4. 

1  Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 

Partners  in  his  patience  here ; 
Christ,  to  all  believers  precious, 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon  appear ; 

Mark  the  tokens 
Of  his  heavenly  kingdom  near. 

2  Hear  all  nature's  groans  proclaiming 

Nature's  swift-approaching  doom ! 


80  BIIDNIGIIT    CRY. 

War,  and  pestilence,  and  famine, 
Signify  the  wrath  to  come ; 

Cleaves  the  centre, 
Nations  rush  into  the  tomb. 

3  Close  behind  the  tribulation 

Of  these  last  tremendous  days, 
See  the  flaming  revelation  ! 
See  the  universal  blaze  ! 

Earth  and  heaven 
Melt  before  the  Judge's  face ! 

4  Sun  and  "loon  are  both  confounded. 

Darkened  into  endless  night. 
When,  with  angel  hosts  surrounded, 
In  his  Father's  glory  bright. 

Beams  the  Savior, 
Shines  the  everlasting  light. 

o  See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling ; 
Hark,  on  earth  the  doleful  cry ; 
Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  calling, 
While  the  frowning  Judge  draws 
nigh, 
"  Hide  us,  hide  us. 
Rocks    and    mountains,   from    his 
eye!" 

6  With  what  different  exclamation 
Shall  the  saints  his  banner  see ! 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  81 

By  the  monuments  of  his  passion, 
By  the  marks  received  for  me, 

All  discern  him, 
All  with  shouts  cry  out,  "  'T  is  he ! " 

7  "  Lo  !  't  is  he  I  our  hearts'  desire, 

Come  for  his  espous'd  below; 
Come  to  join  us  with  his  choir, 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erflow; 

Palms  of  victory. 
Crowns  of  glory  to  bestow." 

HYMN  68.     L.  M. 

1  The   great   archangel's   trump    shall 

sound, 
(While  twice   ten   thousand  thunders 

roar,) 
Tear  up  the  graves,   and  cleave  the 

ground, 
And  make  the  greedy  sea  restore. 

2  The  greedy  sea  shall  yield  her  dead, 
The  earth  no  more  her  slain  conceal ; 
Sinners  shall  lift  their  guilty  head, 
And  shrink  to  see  a  yawning  hell. 

8  But  we  who  now  our  Lord  confess, 
And  faithful  to  the  end  endure, 


82  MIDNIGHT    CKY. 

Shall  stand  in  Jesus'  righteousness, 
Stand  as  the  Rock  of  Ages  sure. 

4  We,  while  the  stars  from  heaven  shall 

fall, 
And    mountains    are    on    mountains 

hurled, 
Shall  stand  unmoved  amidst  them  all, 
And  smile  to  see  a  burning  world. 

5  The  earth,"  and  all  the  works  therein, 
Dissolve,  by  raging  flames  destroyed ; 
While  we  survey  the  awful  scene, 
And  mount  above  the  fiery  void. 

6  By  faith  we  now  transcend  the  skies, 
And  on  that  ruined  world  look  down  ; 
By  love  above  all  height  we  rise. 
And  share  the  everlastinsf  throne. 


HYMN  69.     S.  M. 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 

With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear; 

Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day, 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  83 

And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 
To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power. 

Thou  shall  from  heaven  come  down, 
Th'  immortal  Son  of  man. 

To  judge  the  human  race. 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 
To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  I 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  ! " 

0  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word. 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord. 
O  may  we  all  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 


84  MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


HYMN  70.     C.  M. 

1  By  faith  we  find  the  place  above, 

The  Rock  that  rent  in  twain, 
Beneath  the  shade  of  dying  love. 
And  in  the  cleft  remain. 

2  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee ; 

We  sink  into  thy  side ; 
Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee 
Shall  evermore  abide. 

3  Then  let  the  thund'ring  trumpet  sound, 

The  latest  lightnings  glare  ; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  solid  ground 
Dissolve  as  liquid  air ; 

4  The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll 

Amidst  the  general  fire. 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
And  all  in  smoke  expire  ! 

5  Yet  still  the  Lord,  the  Savior,  reigns, 

When  nature  is  destroyed, 
And  no  created  thing  remains 
Throughout  the  flaming  void. 

6  Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne, 

He  speaks  th'  Almighty  word ; 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  85 

His  fiat  is  obeyed  ;  't  is  done, 
And  paradise  restored. 

7  So  be  it !  let  this  system  end, 

This  ruinous  earth  and  skies  ! 
The  New  Jerusalem  descend, 
The  new  creation  rise  ! 

8  Thy  power  omnipotent  assume  ! 

Thy  brightest  majesty! 
And  when  thou  dost  in  glory  come, 
My  Lord,  remember  me  I 


HYMN  71.     P.  M. 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created  I 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
The  trumpet  sounds  :    the  graves  re- 
store 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before : 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding; 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding. 


Ob  MIDNIGHT    CRY. 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  filled  with  guihy  fears, 

,  Behold  his  wrath  prevailing, 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone, 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When   heaven   and  earth  shall  pass 
away. 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

HYMN  72.     S.  M. 

1  Behold  !  with  awful  pomp. 

The  Judge  prepares  to  come  ; 
The   archangel  sounds  the   dreadful 
trump, 
And  wakes  the  general  doom. 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  87 

2  Nature,  in  wild  amaze, 

Her  dissolution  mourns ; 
Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface ; 
The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

3  The  living  look  with  dread  ; 

The  frighted  dead  arise, 
Start  from  the  monumental  bed, 
And  lift  their  ghastly  eyes. 

4  Horrors  all  hearts  appal, 

They  quake  I  they  shriek  I  they  cry! 
Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall, 
But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 

5  Ye  wilful,  wanton  fools, 

Let  dangers  make  you  wise ; 

Carnal  professors,  careless  souls, 

Unclose  your  sleeping  eyes. 

6  'T  is  time  we  all  awake  ; 

The  dreadful  day  draws  near ; 
Sinners,     your    proud     presumption 
check, 
And  stop  your  wild  career. 

7  Now  is  th'  accepted  time. 

To  Christ  for  mercy  fly ; 


88  MIDNIGHT    CRY. 

O  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  hina, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

8  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
Prepare  us  for  that  day  ; 
Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe, 
To  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 


HYMN  73.     4  8s  &  2  63. 

1  How  happy  are  the  little  flock, 
Who,    safe    beneath    their    guardian 

Rock, 
In  all  commotions  rest ; 
When  war's  and  tumult's  waves  run 

high. 
Unmoved  above  the  storm  they  lie, 
And  lodge  in  Jesus'  breast. 

2  Such  happiness,  0  Lord,  have  we. 
By  mercy  gathered  into  thee. 

Before  the  floods  descend ; 
And  while  the  bursting  cloud  comes 

down. 
We  mark  the  vengeful  day  begun, 

And  calmly  wait  the  end. 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  89 

3  The  plague,  and  dearth,  and  din  of 

war, 
Our  Savior's  swift  approach  declare, 

And  bid  our  hearts  arise ; 
Earth's  basis  shook,  confirms  our  hope; 
Its  cities'  fall  but  lifts  us  up, 

To  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

4  Thy  tokens  we  with  joy  confess ; 
The   war  proclaims   thee   Prince   of 

peace ; 

The  earthquake  speaks  thy  power; 
The  famine  all  thy  fulness  brings ; 
The  plague  presents  thy  healing  wings 

And  nature's  final  hour. 

5  Whatever  ills  the  world  befal, 

A  pledge  of  endless  good  we  call, 

A  sign  of  Jesus  near. 
His  chariot  will  not  long  delay; 
We  hear  the   rumbling  wheels,  and 
pray. 

"Triumphant  Lord,  appear!" 

6  Appear  with  clouds  on  Sion's  hill, 
Thy  word  and  mystery  to  fulfil, 

Thy  confessors  t'  approve ; 
4# 


90 


MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


Thy  members  on  thy  throne  to  place 
And  stamp  ihy  name  on  every  face, 
In  glorious,  heavenly  love. 

HYMN  74.     8  &  7. 

1  Righteous  God  !  whose  vengeful  vials 

All  our  fears  and  thoughts  exceed; 
Big  with  woes,  and  fiery  trials 

Hanging  bursting  o'er  our  head  ! 
While  thou  visitest  the  nations, 

Thy  selected  people  spare ; 
Arm  our  cautioned  souls  with  patience, 

Fill  our  humbled  hearts  with  prayer. 

2  If  thy  dreadful  controversy 

With  all  flesh  is  now  begun. 
In  thy  wrath  remember  mercy ; 

Mercy  first  and  last  be  shown. 
Plead  thy  cause  with  sword  and  fire ; 

Shake  us  till  the  curse  remove  ; 
Till  thou  com.'st  the  world's  desire. 

Conquering  all  with  sovereign  love. 

3  Every  fresh  alarming  token 

More  confirms  the  faithful  w^ord : 
Nature,  for  its  Lord  hath  spoken, 
Must  be  suddenly  restored. 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  91 

From  this  national  confusion, 

From  this  ruined  earth  and  skies, 

See  the  times  of  restitution, 
See  the  new  creation  rise  ! 

Vanish,  then,  this  world  of  shadows! 

<  Pass  the  former  things  away : 
Lord,  appear!  appear  to  glad  us 

With  the  dawn  of  endless  day  ! 
0  conclude  this  mortal  story  ! 

Throw  this  universe  aside  ! 
Come,  eternal  King  of  glory. 

Now  descend  and  take  thy  bride  ! 


HYMN  75.     8,  7  &  4. 

Day  of  judgment — day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  I  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  I 

See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say, "  This  God  is  mine." 


92  MIDNIGHT    CRY. 

Gracious  Savior, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee. 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ; 

You,  forever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 


HYMN  76.     7s. 

1  Hark  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  I 
Jesus  comes  !  and  through  the  sky 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land ; 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice  ! 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 


MIDNIGHT    CRY.  93 

3  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly ! 
Rise,  ye  saints,  he  conies  for  you — 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

HYMN    77.     C.  M. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  approaching-  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart!" 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder.  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  forever  fly  ! 

5  0  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 


94  MIDNIGHT    CRY. 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 


HYMN  78.     S.  M. 

1  In  expectation  sweet, 

We  '11  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
And  see  an  endless  day. 

2  He  comes  !  the  Conqueror  comes  ! 

Death  falls  beneath  his  sword ; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  the  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds,  ''Awake  ! 

Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come  !  " 
The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
While  man  receives  his  doom. 

4  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 

Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ; 
No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close, 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 


THE   JUBILEE. 


HYMN    79.     C.  M. 

1  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

Salvation  sounding  free  ! 
Ye  souls  in  bondage,  lend  an  ear; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news  to  Adam's  race ; 

Let  Christians  all  agree. 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery. 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


96  THE    JUBILEE. 

5  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy-seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return,  and  come 

Unto  the  Savior  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  &ing, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


HYMN  80.     4Ss  &2  6s. 

1  What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear  ? 
'T  is  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear; 

The  expected  day  is  come  I 
Behold,  the  heax^ens,  the  earth,  the  sea 
Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee  ; 

Return,  ye  exiles,  home. 

2  Behold,  the  fair  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear  ! 


THE    JUBILEE.  97 

Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tombs 
To  meet  the  Bridegroom,  lo !  he  comes, 
And  hails  the  festive  year. 

3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there  ; 
0  could  1  rise  and  wing  the  air, 

And  trace  the  heavenly  road, 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things  I 

0  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 
I  'd  quickly  see  my  God. 

4  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  0  fly! 

1  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long  to  try, 

Angelic  joys  to  prove. 
Soon  shall  I  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  soar  away, 

And  shout  redeeminsf  love. 


HYMN  81.     7s. 

Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Load  as  mighty  thunders  roar. 

Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea. 

When  ii  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 
Sheathed  his  sword  ;    he  speaks- 
't  is  done ! 
5 


98  THE    JUBILEE. 

Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ! 

4  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign ! 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  mam. 


HYMN  82.     4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 

Let  all  the  nations  know. 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive. 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


THE    JUBILEE.  99 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Savior's  face. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  83.     7s. 

1  Wake  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour, 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

"  Christ  of  lords  and  kings  is  King! " 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  ! 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 
"Jesus  is  the  Kinsf  of  kinsfs!" 


LIVING  ORACLES. 


HYMN  S4.     6  lines  8s. 

1  Inspirer  of  the  ancient  seers, 

Who  wrote  from  thee  the  sacred 
page, 
The    same    through    all    succeeding 
years ; 
To  us,  in  our  degenerate  age, 
The  spirit  of  thy  word  impart. 
And  breathe  the  life  into  our  heart. 

2  While  now  thine  oracles  we  read. 

With  earnest  prayer  and  strong  de- 
sire, 
O  let  thy  Spirit  from  thee  proceed. 
Our  souls  t'  awaken  and  inspire ; 
Our    weakness    help,    our    darkness 

chase. 
And  guide  us  by  the  light  of  grace. 


LIVING    ORACLES.  101 

3  Whene'er  in  error's  paths  we  rove, 

The  living  God  through  sin  forsake, 
Our  conscience  by  thy  word  reprove. 

Convince  and  bring  the  wand'rers 
back ; 
Deep  wounded  by  thy  Spirit's  sword. 
And  then  by  Gilead's  balm  restored. 

4  The  sacred  lessons  of  thy  grace, 

Transmitted  through  thy  word,  re- 
peat, 
And  train  us  up  in  all  thy  ways, 

To  make  us  in  thy  will  complete ; 
Fulfil  thy  love's  redeeming  plan, 
And  bring  us  to  a  perfect  man. 

5  Furnished  out  of  thy  treasury, 

O  may  we  always  ready  stand. 
To  help  the  souls  redeemed  by  thee. 

In    what  their   various    states   de- 
mand ; 
To  teach,  convince,  correct,  reprove, 
And  build  them  up  in  holiest  love. 

HYMN  85.     C.  M. 

1  The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold ; 


102  LIVING    ORACLES. 

And  here  the  Savior's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light,  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Our  numerous  gifts  are  here  redrest, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied ; 
Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 

Thai  so  enrich  the  mind, 
0  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find. 

HYMN  86.     C.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find, 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant. 
And  lastino:  as  the  mind. 


LIVING    ORACLES.  103 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast  ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Savior  near. 

HYMN  87.     7s. 

1  Holy  Bible  !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am  ; 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Savior's  love ; 


104  LIVING   ORACLES. 

Mine,  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit; 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death ; 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

HYMN  88.     C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Savior,  and  my  Lord, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 
Teach  and  instruct  me  by  thy  word, 
And  make  me  truly  wise. 

2  Make  me  to  know  and  understand 

Thy  whole  revealed  will; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  still. 

3  Help  me  to  read  the  Bible  o'er 

With  ever-new  delight. 
Help  me  to  love  its  Author  more; 
To  seek  thee  day  and  night. 


LIVING    OllACLES.  105 

4  0  let  it  purify  my  heart, 

And  guide  me  all  my  days; 
Its  wonders,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 
And  thou  shall  have  the  praise. 

HYMN  89.     C.  M. 

1  Hail,  sacred  truth !    whose  piercing 

rays 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night; 
Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  0  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze, 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  90.     L.  M. 

1  'T  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire. 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly 
fire. 


106  LIVING    ORACLES. 

2  Great  God'  mine  eyes  with  pleasure 

look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 
This  is  thy  word — and  must  endure. 

HYMN  91.     C.  M. 

1  What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise — but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display. 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 


LIVING    ORACLES.  107 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view- 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

HYMN  92.     C.  M. 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 

Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

This  lamp,   through  all  the   tedious 
night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 


RESURRECTION. 


HYMN  93.     L.  M. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ! 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light. 
And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  ?  Who  ? 
The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame. 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'er- 

threw; — 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 


RESURRECTION.  109 

3  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 
Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  ?     Who  ? 
The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  blest. 


HYMN  94.     C.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 


110 


RESURRECTION. 


Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

5  Then  let  the  last  loud  trunnpet  sound, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


HYMN  95.     L.  M. 

1  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Still  shrink  we  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in 

haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed  * 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 


RESURRECTION.  Ill 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


HYMN  96.     L.  M. 

1  The   morning   flowers   display  their 

sweets 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipt  by  the  winds'  untimely  blast, 
Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine. 
When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine. 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years. 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine. 


112  RESURRECTION. 

Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 
If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains  ; 
Perish  the  grass  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

HYMN  97.     C.  M. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting",  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and 
vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  shines. 
And  scatters  night  away. 


RESURRECTION.  113 

5  No  chilling  winds  or  pois'nous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healihful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


HYMN  98.     C.  M. 

1  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 

No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
6^ 


114  RESURRECTION. 


HYMN  99.     C.  M.  } 


1  Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 

Where  you  must  shortly  dwell, 
Hark !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 
In  every  funeral  knell ! 

2  Once  you  must  die,  and  once  for  all, 

The  solemn  purport  weigh ; 
For  know  that  heaven  or  hell  is  hung 
On  that  important  day  ! 

3  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 

Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see ; 
And  every  word,  and  every  thought. 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

4  0  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold 

My  Savior  and  my  friend ; 
And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death. 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 

HYMN  100.     C.  M. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming — dies. 


RESURRECTION.  115 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and 

dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease,  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy 

tears — 
Thy  Savior  dwells  on  high ; 
There  everlasting  Spring  appears — 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 


HYMN  101.     C.  M. 

Hear  what  the  voice  from   heaven 
proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  blest ; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 


116  RESURRECTION. 

From  sufferings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They  're  present  with  the  Lord ! 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  102.     C.  M. 

1  And  let  our  feeble  bodies  fail, 

And  let  them  faint  and  die ; 
We  soon  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 

2  Shall  join  the  glorified  saints, 

And  find  our  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  we  pant. 
In  the  Eedeemer's  breast. 

3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

We  now  the  cross  sustain ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4  We  suffer  on  our  threescore  years, 

Till  our  Deliv'rer  come. 
And  wipe  away  his  servants'  tears, 
And  take  his  exiles  home. 


RESURRECTION.  117 

HYMN  103.     C.  M. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

HYMN  104.     C.  M. 

1  How  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  just; 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust ! 

2  When  shall  the  tedious  night  be  gone  ? 

When  will  our  Lord  appear  ? 
Our  fond  desires  would  pray  him  down. 
Our  love  embrace  him  here. 


118  RESURRECTION. 

8  Let  faith  arise  and  climb  the  hills, 
And  from  afar  descry 
How  distant  are  his  chariot  wheels, 
And  tell  how  fast  they  fly. 

4  We  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead,  arise ! " 

And,  lo,  the  graves  obey ; 
And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5  0  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them,  clothed  in  white  ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

6  How  shall  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the 
skies 
On  love's  triumphant  wing. 


HYMN  105.     C.  M. 

The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 


RESURRECTION.  119 

Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 

But  God,  who  owns  us  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


HYMN  106.     S.  M. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ^ 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark !     from   the    gospel's   cheering 
sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 


120  RESURRECTION. 

3  Ye  sinners,  see  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Flee  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


HYMN  107.     C.  M. 

1  The  angel  comes ;  he  comes  to  reap 

The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ! 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep, 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank,  luxuriant  pride 
Chokes  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they,  reserved  in  store 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill? 
The  wheat,  a  hundred  fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  O  King  of  mercy  !  grant  us  power 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ! 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
O  gather  us  to  thee  ! 


THE   TRIUMPH. 


HYMN  108.     P.  M. 

1  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumph- 

antly glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  has  made 

us  victorious ; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it — 0  trust 

in  his  passion, 
He  saved  us  most  freely — O  precious 

salvation  ! 

2  Our  Jesus  his  name  now  proclaims 

all  victorious. 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom 

is  glorious ; 
To  Jesus  we  '11  join  with   the  great 

congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our 

salvation. 
6 


122  THE    TRIUMPH. 

3  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  es- 
caped to  the  shore ; 

With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  '11  praise 
him  evermore ; 

We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the 
bank  of  the  river, 

And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever. 

HYMN  109.     C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten    thousand    thousand    are    their 
tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they 

cry, 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  ! " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 


THE    TRIUMPH.  123 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glorieb  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  hirn  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  110.     C.  M. 

Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
Be  endless  blessings  paid ; 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood, 
And  set  the  prisoners  free ; 

Hast   made  us  kings   and  priests  to 
God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

HYMN  111.     C.  M. 

"  These  glorious  minds  I   how  bright 
they  shine  I 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?  " 


124  THE    TRIUMPH. 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  washed  their  raiment 
white 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  eternal  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveiled  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
AVhile  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 

5  Tormenting  thirst   shall   leave   their 

souls, 
And  hunger  flee  as  fast; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The   Lamb   shall  lead  his  heavenly 

flock 
Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


4 


THE    TRIUMPH. 


HYMN  112.     P.  M. 


125 


1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven. 
When    tossed   on    life's   tempestuous 

shoals. 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


126  THE    TRIUMPH. 


HYMN  113.     8  lines  7s. 

Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky ; 

Happy  are  ihe  faithful  dead  ! 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die, 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed ! 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared. 

Blest,  unutterably  blest ; 
Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 

Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 

Followed  by  their  works,  they  go 

Where  their  Head  is  gone  before ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  opened  mercy's  door. 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 

Hallowed  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  114.     S.  M. 

1  Sinners,  the  call  obey, 

The  latest  call  of  grace  ; 
The  day  is  come,  the  vengeful  day 
Of  a  devoted  race. 

2  Devils  and  men  combine 

To  plague  the  faithless  seed, 
And  vials  full  of  wrath  divine 
Are  bursting  on  your  head. 

3  Enter  into  the  Rock, 

Ye  trembling  slaves  of  sin. 
The  Rock  of  your  salvation,  struck, 
And  cleft  to  take  you  in. 

4  To  shelter  the  distressed 

He  did  the  cross  endure ; 

Enter  into  the  clefts,  and  rest 

In  Jesus'  wouRds  secure. 


128  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Jesus,  to  thee  we  fly 

From  the  devouring  sword ; 
Our  city  of  defence  is  nigh, 
Our  help  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Or  if  the  scourge  o'erflow, 

And  laugh  at  innocence, 
Thine  everlasting  arms,  we  know, 
Shall  be  our  souls'  defence. 


HYMN  115.     C.  M. 

1  Light  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  soula, 

Thy  grace  to  us  afford  ; 
And  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth, 
Be  thou  our  teacher,  Lord. 

2  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 

To  those  that  walked  with  thee, 
So  teach  us.  Lord,  to  understand. 
And  its  blest  fulness  see ; 

3  Its    richness,    sweetness,    power   and 

depth, 
Its  holiness  discern ; 
Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace 
By  blest  experience  learn. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  129 

4  Help  us  each  other  to  assist ; 

Thy  Spirit  now  impart ; 
Keep  humble,  but  with  love  inflame, 
To  thee,  and  thine,  each  heart. 

5  Thus  may  thy  word  be  dearer  still, 

And  studied  more  each  day ; 
And  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display. 


HYMN  116.     C.  M. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  op- 
pressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

"  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 

I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

"  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I  *11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereiorn  2frace. 


130  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea, 

And  disregard  my  prayer, 
Yet,  still,  like  Esther,  I  will  stay, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

HYMN  117.     P.  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  hosts  is  on  my  side, 
In  him — him  only,  I  confide, 

Nor  shall  confide  in  vain ; 
Amidst  ten  thousand  foes  and  snares, 
Amidst  ten  thousand  anxious  cares, 

He  can  my  soul  sustain. 

2  I  will  not  yield  to  servile  fear, 
Though  all  the  fiends  of  hell  draw 

near, 

To  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave ; 
My  gracious  God  is  also  nigh. 
And  will  their  hostile  rage  defy ; 

He  is  at  hand  to  save. 

3  Let  us  our  hope  in  God  express, 
Our  hope  is  in  his  mighty  grace. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  131 

And  slill  in  him  confide  ; 
With  dauntless  courage  let  us  rise, 
Press  on,  and  win  the  gracious  prize, 

For  God  is  on  our  side. 


HYMN  118.     P.  M. 

1  How  pleasant  't  is  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree — 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part, 
With  sympathizing  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'T  is  like  the  ointment  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head — 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffused  a  rich  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul. 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 


132  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  119.     L.  M. 

1  Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  ? 
Or,  undismayed,  in  deed  and  word, 
Be  a  true  witness  of  my  Lord  ? 

2  Awed  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  most  high  ! 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear  ? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng, 
Soften  thy  truth,  or  smooth  my  tongue, 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 
The  cross  endured,  my  Lord,  by  thee  ?■ 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread, 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
A  man  !  an  heir  of  death  !  a  slave 
To  sin  !  a  bubble  on  the  wave  ! 

5  Yea,  let  men  rage ;    since  thou  wilt 

spread 
Thy    shadowing    wings    around    my 

head; 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love 
Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  133 

HYMN  120.     P.  M. 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

With  all  your  creature  good ; 
Only  Jesus  we  pursue. 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood ! 
All  thy  pleasures  we  forego, 

We  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  we  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

Here  will  we  set  up  our  rest ; 

Each  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart. 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  we  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  I 

O  that  we  could  all  invite. 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show   the    length,    the  breadth,    the 
height. 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  we  would  to  sinners  show, 

The  blood  l^y  faith  alone  applied ; 
Only  Jesus  will  we  know 

And  Jesus  crucified  I 


134  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  121.     10  &  11. 

1  The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest 

is  near; 

The  reapers  all  with  their  sharp  sick- 
les appear, 

To  reap  down  the  fields  and  gather  in 
barns ; 

While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are 
left  for  to  burn. 

2  Come  then,  0  my  soul,  and  think  on 

that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease 

and  decay, 
The  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  angels 

appear, 
To  reap    down   the   earth,  both    the 

wheat  and  the  tares. 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry,  ascending  the 

sky. 

Of  those  in  distress  who  have  no- 
where to  fly ; 

They  call  for  the  rocks  and  moun- 
tains to  fall 

Upon  their  poor  souls,  to  hide  them 
from  thrall. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  135 

4  'T  will  all  be  in  vain ;  the  mountains 

must  flee, 
The    rocks   fly  like   hailstones,   and 

must  no  more  be  ; 
The  earth  it  shall  shake,  the  sea  shall 

retire, 
And  this  solid  world  shall  then  be  all 

on  fire. 

5  Then,  0  wretched  mortals,  look  up 

and  'spy 

The  glorious  Redeemer  descending 
the  sky, 

On  chariots  of  fire ;  to  earth  he  is 
bound. 

With  guards  of  bright  angels  attend- 
ing him  down. 

6  But  hear  the  kind  Judge,  that  great 

day  alarms, 
First  gather  my  children  all  into  my 

arms, 
That  seven  last  plagues  be  poured  out 

on  those 
Who  've  blasphemed  my  name  and 

my  saints  have  opposed. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


FAGB 

New  Jerusalem, 5 

Descending  from  heaven, 5 

Home  of  the  saints, 6 

The  glorious  cify, 7 

Glorification  of  the, 9 

Pilgrims  travelling  unto, 10 

Desiring  to  dwell  in  the, 11 

The  rest  and  reward  of  the  saints,    .   .  12 

Prospect  of  triumph, 14 

The  pilgrim's  lot, 15 

A  glorious  description  of  the,  ....    17 
Blessedness  of  the  saints, 18 

Kingdom  of  God, 19 

Prayer  of  the  church, 19 

Prayer  for, 20 

Extension  of  the,     . 21 

Establishing  of,  .    •    .    •    » 21 

Glorification  of, 23 

Extension  of, 25 

Dominion  of, 26 

Consummation  of, 27 

Desire  of  the  Bride, *,    .   .   .  28 

Eden  of  love, 28 

Her  heavenly  home, 30 

The  glorious  hop,^., 32 

For  the  Bridegroom's  return, 33 

The  land  of  rest, 34 

For  the  fulness  of  God, 35 

To  see  and  reign  with  Christ,  ....    37 
To  know  her  acceptance, 38 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  137 

For  Christ's  return, 39 

Transfiguration — glorified  state,   ...  40 

The  Alarm  and  Call  to  Duty, 41 

To  vigorous  action, 41 

The  Christian  soldier, 43 

The  watchman, 44 

The  Christian  hero, 45 

Pursue  the  journey, 46 

Soldier  of  the  cross, 47 

Prepare  for  the  judgment, 48 

Daughter  of  Zion, 49 

To  love  and  cleave  to  Christ,     ....  50 
Rejoice  in  prospect  of  heaven,  .   ...    51 

To  fulfil  our  calling, 52 

Invitation — Encouragement,     ....    53 

Sons  of  Zion, 54 

Encouragement  and  hope, 56 

Worship,  Prayer,  and  Praise, 57 

Power  and  sovereignty  of  God,    ...    57 
Blessedness  of  divine  worship,  ....  58 

Preparation  for  worship, 59 

Welcome  of  the  Sabbath, 59 

Right  improvement  of  the  Sabbath,   .    60 

The  glad  tidings, •    ....  61 

Hope  of  the  saints, 62 

Stability  of  the  church, 63 

Triumph  of  Zion, 64 

Duty  of  the  watchmen, 65 

Coronation  of  Jesus, 66 

Invocation  of  the  Spirit, 67 

Prayer  for  light, 67 

General  praise, 68 

Doxology, 69 

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138  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

The  Midnight  Cry, 70 

Coining  of  the  Judge — The  judgment,  70 

Christ  coming  in  the  clouds, 71 

Coming  of  the  Lord, 72 

The  judgment — Safety  of  the  saints,    .  73 
Conflagration — Righteous  safe,  ...    74 

The  judgment, 76 

The  chariot 77 

Seventh  trumpet,  . 78 

Signs  of  second  coming, 79 

Archangel's  trump, 81 

Preparation  for  judgment, 82 

Safety  in  Christ, 84 

The  preparation, 85 

Warning  to  prepare, 86 

Safety  of  the  church  in  judgment,  .   .    88 

The  seven  vials, 90 

Judgment— Destiny  of  man, 91 

The  resuscitation, 92 

Certainty  of  the  judgment-day,   ...    93 
Consummation  of  the  Christian's  hope,  94 

The  Jubilee, 95 

Music  of  the  gospel, 95 

Gabriel's  trump, 96 

Song  of, 97 

The  year  of, 98 

Wake  the  song  of, 99 

Living  Oracles, 100 

Inspiration  of  the  prophets,    ....    100 

Counsels  of, 101 

Light,  glory,  riches  of, 102 

Guide  and  comfort  of, 103 

Desire  to  understand, 104 

The  illumination  of, 105 

Divinity  of, 105 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  139 


Gratitude  for, 106 

Preciousness  of, 107 

The  Resurrection, 108 

Of  Christ, 108 

Of  the  saints, 109 

Comfort  in  death, 110 

Hope  of, Ill 

Prospect  of  heaven, 112 

Purity  and  glory  of  heaven, 113 

Death  and  restoration, 114 

Comforts  of, 114 

Voice  from  heaven, 115 

Mortality — Immortal  hope, 116 

Desire  for  second  coming, 117 

Confidence  in  God's  promises,     .   .   .118 

Descent  of  the  Judge, 119 

The  last  harvest, 120 

The  Triumph, 121 

Of  Christ, 121 

Of  the  saints, 122 

Song  of  praise  to  Christ, 123 

Glorification  of  the  faithful,    ....    123 

The  place  of  rest, 125 

The  rewards  of  the  faithful,  ....    126 

Miscellaneous, 127 

Call  to  repentance, ,   .    127 

Prayer  for  light, 128 

The  invitation, 129 

Trust  in  God, 130 

Unity  of  brethren, 131 

Courage  in  declaring  the  word  of  God,  1 32 
Entire  reliance  upon  Christ,  .  .  .  .133 
Harvest  of  the  world, 134 


INDEX 


A.  PAGB 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 9 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 12 

A  city  appears  to  our  view, 17 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet, 27 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 47 

Awake  and  sing  the  song, 51 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 52 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 66 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 76 

And  let  our  feeble  bodies  fail, 116 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes,  .   .   .   .117 
And  will  the  Judge  descend, 119 

B. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 57 

By  faith  we  find  the  place  above, 84 

Behold,  with  awful  pomp, 86 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 98 

C. 

Come,  my  way,  my  truth,  my  life, 39 

Christian,  arise,  in  armor  arrayed, 43 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  ....    46 

Come,  brethren  dear  and  sisters,  . 53 

Come,  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 54 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 64 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire,     ...    67 


INDEX.  141 

Come,  let  US  join  our  cheerful  songs,       .   .   .    122 
Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast,    .   .   .  129 

D. 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness,   .    49 
Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders, 91 

F. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 25 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  alone, 67 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 69 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 102 

G. 

Glorious  thmgs  of  thee  are  spoken, 7 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway, 20 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear, 85 

H. 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 15 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 21 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 

me,  . 28 

Hark,  the  warlike  clarion, 45 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 50 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 61 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  Judge  severe,  ....    78 

How  happy  are  the  little  flock, 88 

Hark  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 92 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee, 97 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 103 

Hail,  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing  rays,  .   .   .    105 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 107 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims,     115 
How  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign,     .   .   .117 

Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, 126 

How  plezisant  't  is  to  see, 131 


142  INDEX. 

I. 

[  long  to  behold  him  arraj'^ed, 11 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 35 

In  expectation  sweet, 94 

Inspire!  of  the  ancient  seerSj 100 

J. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 6 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 14 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun, 21 

Jesus,  my  Savior,  and  my  Lord, 104 

L. 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 5 

Leader  of  faithful  souls, 10 

Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending,  ....  71 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 79 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 114 

Light  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  souls,  ....  128 

M. 

May  I  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 59 

N. 
Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard,     .   .   .113 
Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns,     .......    121 

Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain,  .   .   .   .123 

O. 

O  tell  me  no  more, 18 

O  glorious  hope  of  heavenly  love, 32 

O  Savior,  is  thy  promise  fled  7 33 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 34 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 37 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Savior  stands, 40 


INDEX.  143 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 48 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 108 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 112 

R. 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 26 

Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 60 

Righteous  God,  whose  vengeful  vials,     ....  90 

S. 

Speak  often  to  each  other, 56 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,    ....  58 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 62 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims,    ....  68 

Stand  th'  omnipotent  decree, 74 

Sinners,  the  call  obey, .    127 

Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 132 

T. 

Thy  kingdom  come ;  thus  day  by  day,  .  .  .  .  19 
The  Savior  comes,  by  ancient  bards  foretold,  .  23 
The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away,    30 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head, 64 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne,  ....  70 
The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake,     .    72 

The  chariot  !  the  chariot, 77 

The  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound,     .   .    81 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 82 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 93 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace, 103 

'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 105 

The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets,  .  Ill 
The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me,    ....    118 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap, 120 

Tihese  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine,  123 
The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near,  .    1 34 


144 


INDEX. 


There  IS  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 125 

The  Lord  of  hosts  is  on  my  side, 130 

V. 
Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 133 


W. 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come,    .  33 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 41 

"'  ■  '  •  "         "-       •   .  .  44 

.  59 
.  73 

.    95 


Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,     .   .   . 
When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air 
What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 
What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear, 
Wake  the  song  of  jubilee,     .... 
What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
Why  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 


99 
106 
109 
110 


Ye  living  men,  tne  tomb  survey, 114 

Z. 

Zion,  the  city  of  our  God, 83 


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